A dawn in spring.
The air is the freshest you can imagine. Cool, slightly wet.
Pleasant and energising. The breeze is cold, yet it raises
scarcely a goosebump. The sky as glimpsed between buildings
is pink.

As the train clatters on its way, the radio plays an apt song. The title
song of Dil Chahta Hai. It matches the mood so well. No, not the buddy
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