He was never used to waking up early. Sunrise was a luxury, he didn't have the price to pay for. He had spent the night packing his belongings. Books, clothes, photographs, important papers, trinkets... Two years, he's spent in the city... and it was time now to leave it, for good...or for worse.

He was not in bed. Unpacked clothes had taken his place. He was on the floor, a thin mattress beneath him, the fan above. Strange calm. He woke up and saw the bluish haze of sunrise outside his window. He would go up to the terrace, he decided. It was the mist perhaps, or the dust...as he looked out to the East. The house lay on the fringe of a cantonment area, expanses of green just beyond a road, and a solitary building. There was no breeze, yet the slight chill hung in the air. Slowly, the sun rises and casts silhouttes of the treeline. It is a harsh bright that day, already burning hard. He knew there was a cemetery somewhere amongst those trees. Neatly kept, clean tombstones pretty fence around it, the road wound besides it. And he also knew, that amidst those trees was a house. A grey stone house, with a sloping red tile roof, a circle of a lawn in front of it. Pots of plants along the driveway and on the porch. A bridge across the river...

Jag jaa re gudiya
Misr ki pudiya
Meethe lage do naina

Naino mein tere
Hum hi base the
Hum hi base hai, hai na?

O re raani, gudiya
Jag ja
Are Jag ja
Ari Jag ja
- Jag Ja
Omkara