Mornings were Manisha’s best time of the day.
Being an early riser helped.
She loved to wake up at the crack of dawn, much before man and machine joined forces to ear splitting cacophony, brain numbing cacophonous hell.
Early mornings would find her in the woods behind her modest house.
There, undisturbed, she would find time to connect with her inner soul.
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