There is something mesmerizing about dawn...the chirping of birds, the chilly fog lifting as the sun's first rays come penetrating through, the reddish orange morning sun smiling down upon you-these have been time and again described in prose and poetry alike. But what struck me today was the unusual calm of the hostel, the deserted campus road, save for the rare morning joggers, the crunchy leaves that lay on the road having breathed their last, the scritch-scratch of the broom of the early sweeper, the dog on the roadside barely opening its lazy eyes to watch me jog by, the aroma of the first cup of coffee from the roadside chai-walla, and as time ticked by, the campus sprung to life...Yes, there is indeed something about the dawn-refreshing,exhilarating,rejuvenating,calming; something inexplicable that cannot be read about, but only be experienced. And if you own a pair of shoes, it only gets better.
The morning jog brings a unique bag of surprises to each one's mind...to some it is refreshing views on past issues, to some it is favourite lines from a book long forgotten, to yet others it is the tingling excitement of the day ahead. The morning run is also surprisingly adaptive, it either clears your head of disturbing issues as you concentrate on your steps, or it helps you focus and concentrate better on some thought.
If you are one of those to whom early morning means 10:00 am, trust me, you are missing out on something wonderful that life has to offer you...Kick out of bed at 6, get those jogging shoes out and run your campus road...But let me warn you, be prepared for addiction :)
