In defence of dawn

Dawn is the best time of the day to turn a fresh page; practise a hobby or two . Just having been rested the night before, the mind is the most active.

Recently I had driven outskirts to a small village to spend the night. I walked out at dawn to feel the cool rich air, the light ever so faint breeze; the incessant chatter of the sparrows and the crows; maybe thats the time they have before the King of the urban sprawl wakes up.The rhythmic coo coo of the elusive cuckoo interspersed with the caw caw of our neighbourly crow. A light drizzle fell across the grounds and the wet grass was a welcome relief for the sore feet. The sun was not out and the darkness hung in the air. Up above the star spangled sky was in dialogue.


You soak in the air and feel one with the Elements. The air, the birds, the mist and the dew soaked grass have a very (purefying) effect on the human body. No wonder many a great writer or poet prefer the pure silence of dawn for their undiluted thoughts to come through;


with daybreak come the hordes of morning walkers soaking in the freshness and giving themselves a boost for the

Our mind is a sponge; it soaks in everything. In the morning, do nothing, just go out at dawn and take a stroll in the park and soak in the freshness; don't even look at the newspapers to feed our ever so impulsive need for information; don't think of work or anything; absolutely nothing, just go out into the green and soak it in.
Its the only time of the day so pure, so sacred and so unperturbed by anything.


Away in far horizon I could see the denizens of buildings and concrete structures like an eerie ghost waiting for the light of the day to burst into complete cacophony.