JaAyesh Amitesh Bhai Shah looked forward to his early mornings. They were the same everywhere, be it Ahmedabad, his birthplace; Surat, his work place; or Arthur Road Jail, Mumbai, his current temporary address.

At this still born hour, when the moon had just about reluctantly bidden goodbye and the sun was lumbering up to say hello, as Shah peered through the iron bars of the lone window in his bare boned prison cell, he could see the clouds, quaint sepia tinged images that seemed to pop out of one of those long forgotten dust laden black and white photographs of yore, a mind numbing anachronism in todays’ digital era.

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