It’s early in the morning. The Sun is unleashing a fresh crimson on an early sky which still seems besotted with the night gone by.

The Sun is there. Persistent yet silent. The only loud statement coming from it action : a constant rising.

People warm up to the Sun. But before people do, the birds set off a note of welcome. Loud. Joyful. Synchronous in their randomness. And as they announce their presence the giant temple gopuram of several centuries seems to nod and smile.

A new day is here. The Sun is out. It’s time to flap your wings and fly.

Fly.

(at Meenakshi Amman Temple)