I thought I will be able to see the sun rising from here, I guess
not. My flat on the fifth floor I thought was high enough to give me a nice
view of the sun rising with the rest of the buildings in the vicinity being
short but all I saw was hues of blue and some pink and there it was the day turning
on like a light bulb. Why do I vividly remember being able to see the sun popping
out when I was younger? Was it my childhood imagination or is it that the
nature has also decided what a waste of effort it is to inspire someone from
this city. A city where the biggest miracle of life has lost its value,
becoming part of everyday collateral damage why would the sun bestow its grace?
Oh but it scorches throughout the day being right there all gold and blazing hot?
Then why not unveil its serenity in the gentle delicate manner in the hours of
day when people wake either because they to get inspired, are too disturbed or
parent a child too young to have a predictable sleep schedule. Which one am I? Why
was I seeking the sun? I guess I don’t know but latter sure was the reason why I
woke up in the first place the prior perhaps why I couldn’t go back to sleep.
