0550 Hours

Before the world goes crazy, at this moment, fewer people walk on roads, scooters parked, supplies to the general stores, and the footways get set to go. It's peace before life, the peace of a bustling city. The people running, businesses open, speeding vehicles, packed metro rails, offices, scrolling spreadsheets, rolling files, sustaining life. In the adjacent world, winters are on, scrapbooks, crayons, science models, tables, and higher scholars by hearting the wars, dynasties, hegemony and power. Flowers have been sold, deadlines met, six markers answered, windows have been shut, and day ends have been met. It is peace after life, the city has gone to sleep, some on the streets the others in walled quarters, life is to begin again here only at this point.

We meet at Vishwavidhyalaya.