Nights of torture gave way
to mornings of relative calm.
It was unusual to see the streets so empty without the incessant honking. There were almost no pedestrians to worry about crossing the roads without a care in the world.
Birds of all shapes and sizes which had not been seen in the city for decades had suddenly reappeared as if out of magic.
Every morning, it was a struggle to catch the commuter train to work but not today. The central station had gone so quiet that even a falling pin would have made noise. There were platforms where you couldn’t see a soul even when a train arrived.
Quote: No one left and no one came on the bare platform.
As I looked out of the casement window of my room, all I could see was the cold vast expanse of the sky covering the earth like a blanket. Almost all the constellations were visible in all their glory. Living away from civilization surely had its advantages. And just as I was trying to connect the stars to their constellations in my head, my alarm clock rang to life. For most of us, 5am is the time when we wrap ourselves in the thickest of blankets for a peaceful sleep. But then there are some like me who begin their day at such a god forsaken time.