Morning Sounds

I am sitting in my room, drinking chai that a man named Desi Sati delivers every morning at 7:15am. I can hear birds and a loud Indian radio station playing in the distance. Men coughing, spitting and running down the halls. Banging noises coming from the kitchen down the hall. Every sound is very loud here, because the ceilings are high and the floors are concrete. Indians seem not to care about noise, and they produce plenty of it without a second thought. Thankfully I wake up to practice yoga before most of them arrive on the campus, otherwise I would awaken to the sounds of human activity.