The Sri Lankan Profession (Novel) - Chapter Three - The Firewood Stove

It was dawn, the sign of sunrise. A rooster was crowing from a distance. The Adhan for the dawn pr
ayer would have now been pronounced.

Shibly opened his eyes with strain. It took a few seconds for him to realise he was not in his own room where he had spent his whole life. He was in the school quarters.

Shibly checked for the time.

It was 5.20 am.