The lingering fragrance from the night’s blooming
flowers serenades the earth with its quiet symphony.
The air sways to the sound
of clanging pots and rushing water as it hits the anklets on tiny feet.
The sun’s
soft rosy glow filters through as chai is served with hands decorated in
bangles and mendhi, all the sweeter as it touches one’s lips.
And as the
musical horns fill the air and the dogs sing in response, you know that morning
has arrived in India.
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