Waking up before the sun rises, everything seems forgotten. Faint murmers of life disturbs the silence. Me too shifting about now moving and recollecting the purpose of such an unearthly waking time, I remember the picnic.
Soon I hear sounds of birds piercing the soft crisp morning atmosphere, the light dawning upon the world. It all turns into reality... me my room, the the world outside.
Changes to hurrying up and packing sandwiches, finding some interesting thought of going to see a place, a memory of a landscape.
Anjali, Nayana, Somo and Jeff are ready to go... its six in the morning. I hear the distant loudspeakers and then the car slowly, shifts gear moving away towards Nandi hills.
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