Six am somewhere near kanpur

Am unfamiliar way of sleeping has its perks. You can hardly sleep but you get to see glimpses of the birth of the sunrise. It is an incremental fading out of the blackness into a melange me pale blue a tint of pink and a misty grey from which the trees stand as zombies stuck unsure in a swirling swathe of cold fog. As the pink deepens the stripped green and brown fields materialise like houdini magic. Good morning.

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