In and around ghats

An early morning start. I could not imagine that even that early, the people of this city had a lot of things to do. The rush and chaos of all the things at the same time. "Where are they going, and why are they going.." was all going on in my mind then.
We did succeed in making our way through this 'outside' world here, to reach the ghats in all murkiness. There was this master of bird feeder who got buckets of water and fried balls of food. Broke them into small pieces and soaked them in water. Once the pieces were soft, he strew them to the birds. Even though there were crows, they were not a part of this pigeon fiesta. But then there were also dogs who were fed, against whom crows fought to snatch some.
The master continued to remain engrossed in this activity while he also chanted some mantras within him. I did ask him, if does this everyday, for which he nodded. What an unmatchable routine from ours!