Today, I rose up from bed a little late in the morning as it had rained heavily throughout the night, exerting a soporific feeling in my bed, thus protracting my somnolence beyond the usual hour.

The sun is still veiled behind sparse clouds, occasionally vacillating between light and shadow. The birds are already out from their roosts. The vegetable seller is, as usual, in a hurry, crying his wares from the seat of his trolley van.

I took the arm chair and " Women in Love " along, as I climbed up the staircase upstairs and then, landed on the rooftop. I placed the chair strategically under the shade of a coconut tree, which stood lush and upright beside my house and soon, buried myself in the novel, oblivious to the world around.