[hr][center][h1][color=007236]Mahendra Huq Zalil[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=007236]Location: [/color]Shepheard's Hotel
[Color=007236]Skills:[/color] N/A[/center][hr] 

It hadn't taken long for the tired Bengalian man to fall asleep in his bed, it was just that he hadn't slept all that well. Other could have blamed the stiffling heat or unbearable humidity in the air, but to that Mahendra was already quite accustomed to. No, it was little to do with the physical world around him, and more the psychological dimension his mind was engulfed in during his sleep. He dreamt of the past day's events, in more or less the same way they had happened. The only difference was the divine presence he felt in his dreams. Then again they were merely dreams, and he was after all a man of faith or many faiths. That's what his friends in Oxford had told him when speaking of dreams, and perhaps they spoke some truths. But Mahendra still couldn't shake the feeling off, not until he finally woke up the next morning. 

When Mahendra woke up the time was already half past eight in the morning, a little late for his usual schedule. Perhaps he needed it though, for he let out a long yawn as he stretched out all his limbs. The sun was shining in alongside whatever sounds Mahendra could pick out from the street outside. People, carts and horses, all the sounds one would expect from a buzzling metropolitan city. It almost made him think of home. He missed it, his wife and friends, and the little things he now realized was a world away. But he would still bring a little piece of India with him. 

Mahendra got out of bed and started his usual routine for the morning; washing himself, doing a hindu excercise of breathing, washing his mouth and sitting down to pray to the Gods for a favourable day. It looked as if he had done this a thousand times, which he probably had, but he still felt a sense of comfort doing it. It made him himself. 

With that done, Mahendra got dressed in a clean set of clothes; a pair of light brown pants with his newly polished pair of shoes, accompanied by a white shirt and light brown jacket over. And today Mahendra wrapped the dark red turban around his head, feeling and hoping it to be appropriate for the day to come. All dressed and ready for the day, Mahendra looked out his window one last time wondering what today would bring, before he made his way out of his room, locking the door and going out on the street. If he had enough time, perhaps he could get a quick bite of breakfast before going to the barracks?