When the sun rises, when the first ray of light shine, it seems like blasphemy against the tranquility of the night... 

Hectic life kicks in and the once amicable ambiance is no more...

Stained with the mechanical sound of inefficient machines

And then we come to sense its not at all blasphemy but a miraculous metamorphosis...

The sounds of Sitellas chirping, blandishment never beseeching but gentle greeting...

bellows and replies of students barely awake for brief moments....

Saying HELLO to possibly bright day ahead...

Brilliant blue widen, beckoning to be seen...


gush of sweet, fresh and unpolluted air


And then night came back claiming its share


and it is again