Every morning the birds start to twitter around the same time the mosque calls mournfully out to the faithful. And then the Sikh temple right downstairs start to clang its bells. I walk down the short street, my street called Chander Road, that turns out onto Race Course Road. I flag down a cab right outside an Indian Restaurant called Spice Queen, which is screened by a row of mango trees. There's always that one pigeon on the lampost. It's so cute.