I woke up early in the morning when last night's dreams were subsiding on the shores of reality. The day had dawned. the sky was dappled with clouds of various shades, mostly grey. I too had traces of grey on my head. The wind was recalcitrant like a child. I was expecting something extraordinary to happen, for the niggardly world about me was with traces of its long-lost benevolence. I decided to hope again, though the story of my utter despair still had its way...