My brain was over exhausted and the humanly voices were still making a way to my dreams. The Jhingur were still chirping, the owl hooting from a distant, the dogs in the street barking and probably running after each other practicing for a tournament or something! God be merciful to humans!
I woke up half asleep; my half-dead phone displayed 4:30AM. I felt like a washer man’s donkey. I could not go back to sleep mode neither could I chat with anyone! Thoroughly dismayed I turned on the lights and the first thing I saw was the camera. In fact its strap, peeking out through the bag! And all of a sudden every nonsensical thing started making sense and I knew why I was awake. It was a call.
Within 15 minutes I was running down the narrow alley with the camera swinging around my neck. I definitely did not know where I was headed to, what I was going to do. In that moment, nothing and no one really mattered. The voices, the chirping, the hooting and the barking really got muted. I was standing on the diverging point with my head high, under the dark blue sky full of white radiating freckles. For a moment I was selfless, I wanted everyone to witness that majestic beauty.
Then I took a broad street which leads to the bank of Ganga(Kangan Ghat). Passing through the doors I could smell the tea being prepared. By now the newspaper guys and the milkmen were on the street humming to themselves and their cycles producing background music with every peddles.