6 AM: Alarm rings. I pressed the snooze button. 6.15 AM: Alarm rings. I pressed the snooze button. 6.30 AM: Alarm rings. I pressed the snooze button. After I snooze my alarm clock for the fourth time and struggle to get out of the bed. I look outside my window to the beautiful Manhattan skyline and thought about my childhood in Udaipur.  Suddenly, I thought about my father’s elder brother whom I call “Bade Papa” who wakes up every single morning at 4.30 am from the past 30 years. While wrapped in the blanket, I wonder whether he ever had…

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