Slow mornings

08:31 am

I remember the time I stayed for a month in a hostel in Goa. Supposedly “working from home” for the folks at office. Covid did a have bright side to it.

I used to get up at around 8:30 or 9 in the morning, which was way too early morning for the party people staying there. I used to go outside my dorm and sit in the coridor on the metal armchair padded with thick cushions. The hostel was an old house, with typical Indian architecture. It had a big central verandah with big plants and enclosed with rooms on three sides. I liked just sitting there, smoking cigarettes, doing nothing, thinking nothing. Soon enough the cleaning ladies would come in to clean up the mess people created the previous night, but at that time in the morning I had the whole verandah to myself.

That’s how I’ve always like my mornings to be. Slow. Peaceful. No noises. No disturbances.