There are those mornings when the dark and the chill of the previous night just lingers on and the sun is always little late to rise. The sound of the damp breeze, after the heavy rains of the night, crashes onto the ears like there is a river or an ocean nearby. The only other sound is of some little bird chirping from a distant tree.

Then there is  the sound of your own wet footwear over the watery road and the occasional crunch of a dry leaf under your feet.

And then once in a while you come under a streetlight where your shadow passes under your feet to your front and looks back at you. You know it is asking you questions. You don't know what to say or do, so you just walk ahead and  let this shadow fade away till the next one comes along.