The days start early. I am up before the sun appears on this side of the world. I wander down and order a light breakfast before yoga. The sky begins to warm to a shade of pink and I again notice the constant haze which reaches skyward pushing pinks, yellows and browns up to the heavens. I take a short walk A skinny dog wanders by followed by another. The streets are not beautiful. They are loud, filled with chaos. It is constant, noise and chaos, yet the people are at peace. They come from an ancient place, that remembers contentment. They often have nothing and seem doomed, yet they smile and laugh, and have happiness in heart and soul. I meet a young woman, eye to eye, and she looks away as if to have a secret she holds within. I ask myself, do you know who you are? There are always secrets we hold to our breast, but do you have the courage to see the truth? I walk on, and another solitary woman walks past, dark skinned, black hair, all hidden under a colorful veil. She passes by, into the hazy morning air, slowly becoming blurry, like Mother India herself.