And when the dark hours before dawn give way to yet another mint-fresh sunrise, I do a feline stretch and curl again into my favoured foetal position. Through the slit of my eye, I see the yellow curtains flirting with the morning breeze. I open the window and startle a bird that was sitting on the sill. I read a few more lines from the book that was abandoned late last night.
Plants watered, room tidied, morning ablutions over, I switch on the radio. I smile as the radio jockey promises me—and many others who share my sun sign—a wonderful day. Betting on his optimistic ramblings, I step out of the house, satchel in hand, loose change in pocket and straw chappals on feet.
My first day at work.