I was there like clockwork by 7am sitting the balcony.

The two other chairs however have become “extra” this time. There are no cups of tea and no thin arrowroot biscuits either.

And yet I can see down below, the vegetable guy is ferrying his fresh vegetables on his van from street to street, a few sleepy kids are on their bikes going for private tuition, some elderly folks walking slowly, the occasional auto plying by and in sudden bursts of unexplained energy, a few dogs growling at each other…

Just like every other morning.

And that is exactly what makes the void very personal. It is a walk nobody else can walk for you…