The winter daybreak is still
a couple of hours away
The charming chill of the night
longing to kiss
the warm lips of dawn.
The stoical slumber
of the city being shuffled
by only some wandering vehicle
or stray dogs.
The silence is soon
pierced simultaneously
by Azan, temple bells
and morning prayers at the Gurudwara
once the gods
refresh the world
to welcome another day
the human activity begins.
fragrance of fresh ginger tea
the spluttering of a breakfast menu
the gurgling of a shower
the school buses
and the newspaper boys.
in an instant
one can taste , smell and sense
India - the peculiar multiplicity
of its silhouette
glowing in the glorious sparkle
of another hybrid morning.
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