It's early morning and I am on my terrace being my usual self brushing my teeth and as I look around everything is painted in shades of grey and I know I look the same to my constant stalker who lives 3 blocks away. I can't see but I can hear the old granny's steps as she stomps down the stairs with disgust and disappointed as her only sun didn't show up to bathe her wrinkled skin in hues of yellow and red. There is a flock of children huddled closely under a peepal tree. their chirps are louder than the birds lurking around in the bunch of grey leaves. The fog is thicker than my skin yet I can see the gold that outlines the white dhoti which Mahendra uncle is drapped in. He is here doing his most usual thing Surya Namaskar in the morning. A fog has drapped my city yet my eyes can see everything even without seeing it. Read below if the image isn't clear enough. It's early morning and I am on my terrace being my usual self brushing my teeth and as I look around everything is painted
