He puts the alarm at 6.15. 6.36 is the sunrise noted in the newpaper for the earlier day. but then this place is high, it may be earlierhere, he reasons.
He wakes up five minutes before the alarm, switches it off. As if on cue, the son is already up,staring at some unknown spot on the wall,holding both feet in both hands, patiently waiting for something. He decides to go to the balcony, but it is still pretty chilly. He dresses him in warm clothes. The son also knows there is something cooking, he gets dressed up willingly.
The dawn is getting lighter by minutes and the son watches his father's face intently, waiting for the next step. Picks him up, he opens the door to the balcony. The east side is aglow, red-yellow. A freshening breeze welcomes both. He tries to show the son the colors in the sky. but the son is staring at his face intently. He tries to move him away, facing the open sky. The son does not budge, watches his father's face with curious eyes.
The play of colours continue. He is mesmerised. Wants his son to be part. but he is completely immobile now. Watching his father's face with a stunned and awed silence. The father ignores him now that he is not responding and enjoyes the sunrise all by himself.
He says to his son "you need to grow up a bit to understand all this and enjoy it".
The son does not respond. He is busy trying to search all the colours of the morning that danced on his father's face, scratching behind the golden rays of early morning.
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