Birds are singing their sweet morning song. Their bunches flying towards the South. Some dogs in the vicinity bark intermittently. The sky has been painted in chiaroscuro in the East as Sun is about to arise. Batlings fly flies also fly. I grappled with leftovers of yesterday night before gearing myself up for the morning coffee. I have been an evening person since forever. Mom and company don’t sleep before midnight and there is no guarantee of uninterrupted sleep even after that. Dead’s night duty meant he would ring a bell early morning at four. I was dreaming about someone’s demise. I slept about four hours which is enough. I don’t sleep during the day. I am listening to Gayatri Mantra in the soothing voice of Anuradha Paudwal and ozone of early morning hours does improve the quality of this day.