He could see meadows, unending sky and a beautiful Indian countryside. The chaos is slowly disappearing; it’s turning into some sweet symphony. The sugarcane farms, golden green earth around are utterly captivating. People lazing in front of their houses, birds singing atop hillside and the winter sun delightfully caress the rustic panorama. That’s how life starts outside a chaotic urban sky. There’s no red lights, no Costa Coffee, no hot dogs, no diet coke, there so much space around. He could see some small kids rushing to their schools in some blue and white uniform, he could see some young girls cycling with joy, he is capturing every moment, and he is vehemently scribbling pages while travelling.