I woke up covered in my own sweat at around 4 am, not an unusual occurrence in the summer time. I just forgot how it felt like to be sweating all the time, stinking even.

I relieved myself, came back to my room, and tried sleeping – not that I wanted to, but I had to. Given the lockdown and the summer season, the days are incredibly long. I re-read The Fountainhead in a day last week, and ended up re-reading Life of Pi also.

Soon, I saw a shade of crimson spilling in the sky. The Sun was being ushered in. I unlocked the doors to the balcony, and stood there for sometime – breathing in the indifferent air, and hearing the cacophony of chirping birds.

I thought to capture this scene, so I did. At first I thought, maybe I’ll do it so that I could post it in social media – I had been inactive for almost a fortnight. That isn’t true, I had been sharing memes.

Nature indeed is indifferent, it doesn’t need for people to be in or out of lockdown to carry on its work. When I stood there breathing in the air, I thought that I was the only one in the world witnessing this sunrise.

A sunrise and a sunset – the only two recurring occasions where I’ve never felt lonely, sad or even bad about myself. The chill air, the spilling of red in the blue sky, the Sun stuck between two horizons, and I – wishing that my day would be as short as the days of the Little Prince.