When days hit triple digits and the temperature keeps creeping upward, mornings are a reprieve.
Night times, also.
Am I the only adult who peers up at city-dimmed stars, petting a little gray cat who weaves around me, as I sit cross-legged on a patch of somewhat-green lawn?
But mornings.
In Bangalore, the days would come each year when I woke early and did …
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