Earlier this morning, under a partly overcast sky, through the early morning chill, driving through Bathinda and Mukatsar villages with poetic names - Bambeeha, Kal Jharaani, Badal and many others, along narrow but firm rural roads with rich and magnanimous orchards on one side and vast lush green fields, stretching into the heart of infinity, on the other.....watching the ascetic sun climb through lazy haze. Mornings can be like little daughters, caring yet carefree.
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