This morning I woke up when the sky outside was still dark. Very dark . Having never witnessed this part of the day , I got up and hurriedly threw open all the doors and windows . The cool breeze ruffled my hair and as I stood in the balcony , I could hear the distant whir of the A/Cs . In another world , people were still sleeping and were perhaps lost to dreams . It would be hours before they would wake up . Until then this stillness was mine . This moonlight was mine . These stars were mine . I inhaled deeply and looked at the silhouetted coconut trees and the buildings . The space between them looked different at this time of the day . Just as I was about to go inside , I heard her shrill cries . They came in quick succession of ones and twos as though she had made an amazing discovery. I smiled and went inside to make myself a cup of coffee . The koel had woken up just like me and was trying to tell me the sky belonged as much to her as it belonged to me . I nodded in silent agreement and waited for her call once again .
(C) : Sridevi Datta
Picture clicked by P outside Etikoppaka , a beautiful village on the outskirts of Vizag .