I feel rather sleepy. I was up with the larks this morning. It is April. Even at such early hours, it is humid in Mumbai. The days being longer than the nights, I am blessed with the apparition of the Sun God and its orangish light beams even at 6:15 A.M. I am walking on a leveled tar road; abutting to it are the uneven endless gardens. A lot of twittering and chirping of the birds can be heard. I am sleepy, but the auditory sensation from the rhythmic chirrups is like instrumental music to me. (Reminder of the Doordarshan Montage being played on the TV that brings smile to every Indian, morning-school-going-sleepy-eyed- child of the 90s.) There is a lot of ramble of some yellow colored flowers on the tar road. The same scenario is present in the vicinity where I once-upon-a-time LIVED, when the early mornings of the vacation days were spent playing cricket with friends, on a similar tar road coated with a similar coverage of yellow flowers.
I cover some more distance. The office building can be seen now. I am about 200 meters away from it. The clean window panes of the building reflect the light from the Sun. The sky behind the office building is covered with a fleet of grey clouds that dapple the light azure sky. The sky behind me seems sloshed in orange paint. The sun exhibits an AAMRAS color. The sky at my zenith point has a tint of light cobalt blue. There is a garden on either side of the tar road. In front of me and about 100 meters away from me stands the office building. I take out my camera. And capture the reflection of the Sun, rebounded by the panes. Satisfied with my camera work, I turn and look at the Sun again. Splendid, Round and Shiny. And its rays, contrary to its natural instincts, are cool. I am staring at the fireball, while my mind is immersed in a reverie. A reverie where I imagine reading a book, that is located on some custom-made overhead book holder, while I lie on a bed. Hands-free book reading, in a dark room, where the requisite illumination is provided by the cool light rays emitted by a candle. It is a simile to the early morning orange light rays from the sun.
LATER.
पिवळे तांबूस ऊन कोवळे पसरे चौफेरं, ओढा नेई सोने वाटे वाहुनिया दूरं
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