A Lazy Winter Morning

It was early around 5 a.m. in a cold , a foggy winter morning, when our bus halted at the last stop of our destination, sector-2 bus stand. 

Me and my hostel mate are last few passengers who left the bus shivering even with our winter garments on.

It was still dark where the lamp post casting a hazy glow due to thick fog. There were few rickshaw pullers standing outside despite of windy weather awaiting for their probable customers. 

We took a rickshaw along with our small luggages laden with few eateries from home .

Both of us were half asleep shivering in the rickshaw.

The rickshaw puller was  driving on his own sweet speed. This tiny mint town where we all went to pursue our dream and became temporary residents was slowly waking up from its slumber. 

I was transporting from a sleepless night with deprived eyes who are struggling to be open but still wanted to enjoy the surroundings which was just woke up to welcome a new day.

A faint light was started coming through thick blanket of fog and dark grey sky. 

 A tea stall seller was opening his movable shop. Some other roadside vendors with their trolley were arranging their things. Few daily labours walking with their equipments for their work.

A roadside dweller was brushing her teeth while looking at all the passers-bye and grumbling something in between to a person (most probably her other half) sitting near by.

Few buffaloes were moving for their pasture.

Few hens and a pig already started their day and loitering on the road.

Some road side dwellers already started fire with dried branches and sat around the little fire , absorbed in small discussion.

View was still darkish grey with patches of light with contrast shade. Few hillocks not so far from the road, were casting grey shadows complemented by dotted grey trees at their feet.

This whole path looks like a grey canvas with in between tweak of colour due to hezy road lights.

I could here the sound of wind, birds chirping, rickshaw, cycle moving with a stifle murmuring sound of those few road side dwellers and vendors.

It felt a passing phase when you already woke up but still at rest with nothing crossing in your mind except few lazy yet soothing sounds.