I wake up to the songs of unnamed birds and the rays of a sun undeterred by the wooden boards I have nailed to the window, requirement for privacy even here. I wake upto a soft breeze tugging at the mosquito net and the tickling sensation of a spider on my face, inching its way toward my hairline. And after only a few moments of blissful ignorance, granted by the daze of an unfinished dream, I feel dismayed.
On a beautiful day like this, a terrible thing must happen.
