Getting up at five - in Delhi s cold, somehow dragging self to the road. From a distance you can see the local night guards warming themselves, they are allowed to worship the fire than go around the area with their sticks.

The thick fog, moisture in the air and the the chill will take the bite out of you and you curse yourself for coming to sales and taking up a travelling job. there are options to sleep a bit more and take the morning bus but the joy of eating breakfast in Shatabdi will always get missed out. so, in my first job - located in Delhi and given charge of the Ambala - Kurukshetra GT Road I am setting out to find a vehicle to New Delhi Railway station. After pushing, shoving the auto wala agrees to come and drop and charging twenty bucks extra. This is the deadliest ride in December s Delhi - you sit at the back and fight the cold gushing wind brushing your cheeks with a ferocious punch. But, this auto wala is careful - he had put rubber curtains to make the passengers comfortable and himself taking the wind on. In between he lit up a beedi - may be thats the proxy fire that will keep him occupied. In the times of no app taxi s and smartphones just about 14-15 years back you can only but converse with the guy about his breakfast plans.