The Crow Baba Gopi used to skimp in getting up early in the morning, but nowadays even the sluggish dawn of summer was feeling cheated to stop him in bed. As if that old man of eighty has become young again by throwing the cloak of his old age. Every day before dawn, he would have been fully prepared to take up his front like a soldier. With a dhoti and turtleneck shirt on his body, a white cap on his head, and a bamboo stick in his hand, he would slowly walk towards the fields, looking for his destination.