It’s a Saturday, a little after 4:30 in the morning, and this weekend has had a very different start from the ones I am used to. In a little town called Lekhapani, Assam, the morning light is already too much to bear. It is glowing through the window of my guest room, illuminating everything it touches, making it very hard to sleep in. Within minutes, the grey morning sky turns from pink to orange to gold and then a gorgeous bright white. And the transition is a sight to behold. Next morning, I wake up at four just so I don’t miss it. It is 2014 and I am forever going to remember it as the year I etched myself into the morning sky.