There is something so peaceful about going on a long early morning drive. You can see the newspaper persons still sorting their papers. Small street vendors opened up. They serve the morning tea and pohe. Morning walkers, runners, even people doing yoga can be seen in the gardens. It is so beautiful. The whole city is sleeping but there is this quite hustle, almost whispers going on.
I don’t live in a big metropolitan city, but still it has its own rhythm. Maybe people from such big cities will find it too quaint. Monotonous too. But I love it. And today’s morning drive just made me love it even more.
No one really knows what it feels like to be lonely until they are. And Lucy felt really lonely that night. It was middle of December, the cold was terrific. It was the holiday season. She lay in her bed with no one to talk to. That night she realized what it feels to be really lonely.