5 a.m. Three alarms each at an interval of 10 minutes should do the job. But my flat-mate with sensitive ears could not bear the recurring sound and knocked at the door after managing 30 minutes of torture. Needless to say, I slept again! Finally woke up when F called – my favorite call of the day which I never answer but I know says a thousand words.
Mornings are blessings!
More than the fresh air or the silence – I love how subtly the light changes at this early hour. Like an artist hand-painting the sky with his flawless hands; mixing colors within colors; unaware of when to pause; lost - in the silhouette of time!
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