Have you ever noticed the quiet beauty of early mornings?

When I step out before the city fully wakes up, it’s the small, subtle signs of life already in motion that catches my attention:
A woman unlocking her shop shutters
A man exercising as an elderly uncle takes his morning walk
Someone cycling to work
An elderly couple feeding pigeons
A municipal vehicle cleaning the roads
A boy dropping his father off at the station or airport
A police officer quietly watching over the street

The roads are almost empty – you can actually see the Okhla Vihar entrance from the DND flyway.

It’s that magical moment when the night is offering its final goodbye and the morning is just beginning to stretch its wings – a quiet handover between darkness and light, filled with calm, purposeful motion.

And it reminds me of something simple, yet profound:
It’s action that makes us feel alive.

Without something to do, somewhere to be, or someone to show up for, we’d just be still – like statues.

So here’s to movement. To purpose.
And to all the small, meaningful actions that make up a life.