Life went by slowly; days turning to months and later to years. Zawadi woke up and slept as the sun rose and set. That was life: mediocre, mundane and non-spectacular.…

The meeting began at the appointed time that morning. The hall was half full and one could hear the clicking of the cups as the team took their morning cups…

The morning was chilly just like the mood around the home. The sun was nowhere: must be one of those mornings the sun oversleeps. No birds sang in the trees…