After yet another sleepless night, I decided to venture out in the morning against the usual habit of hitting the bed for some sleep at that hour. I had faint memories of beautiful mornings that I had experienced in the past, but nothing was like that anymore. Infact it didnt seem like a morning to me. It was dull, still, silent and devoid of any cool breeze. I could hardly hear any churping of birds. But yes, what still remained were the aunties walking down to the temple or gurudwara for their prayers.

And ofcourse, being the first one to read the newspaper while its still crisp and on crease was something different. Infact later in the day when a RJ was talking about an article from the newspaper, I thought she was referring to an old newspaper as I had already read it somewhere.

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