Dawn. I'm sitting, my bum enjoying the softness of the New Delhi carpet; as I brush the surface repeatedly with my fingers.
Gazing out, the sky is take her time to break. A huge canvas of trees, different shades of greens, various shapes of leaves occupies most of my vision.
Occasional birds chirping far away, as if they are having their own conversation.
The wind blows, gently causing the wind chimes to dance, making a mellow melodic rhythm, that never repeats.
Somebody from behind greeting " good morning". And my first class started in this serene morning.
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