Morning sounds in India

I wake up to the sound
of crows cawing,
doves cooing
and someone’s cellphone alarm ringing.

Other morning sounds
soon filter in.
Sloshing sounds tell me
someone is taking a bath
with a bucket and a mug.
A pressure cooker whistles somewhere.

The traffic is a low hum
in the background.
Mingling, right now, with
the hum of airconditioners
and the whirring of ceiling fans.

The milkman rings the bell to indicate
he has dropped his sachets in the bag
that hangs outside the door.
The flower seller taps the door to convey
she has hung a string of jasmine
on the door knob.

Somewhere, a radio switches on
to devotional music.
Is someone singing along?
Televisions blare news
and religious discourses.

Maids chatter downstairs
as they arrive for work.

In a few hours, the muted traffic hum
will rise to a dull rumble
punctuated by honking cars,
shrill scooters and deep-growling trucks.

The city will have woken up
and like a beast of prey
it will start to make its presence felt.