A driver is not someone who drives.
Ok, so windows has been reinstalled.
The young chaps from MIS struggled patiently to set it right.
But right it ain’t. Nah.
They now say, it could be a hardware issue.
The screen looks patchy, with red lines that Dracula could have put there on a good day.
Not done yet. Don’t know about the data yet.
But I don’t want to forget, that still Sunday morning.
So early that the birds hadn’t awoken.
So early that the priest at the temple was still making preparations for nityapooja, the first prayers, with the metal gate firmly padlocked.
So early that you could hear gravel crunch underfoot. And think a bit about dark shadows and corners.
Hear the slight breeze in the palms. Watch pinpoints of light in the sky.
See a few brightly lit windows in the apartments around and wonder,why on earth should someone get up so early, tis a Sunday, after all.