It's a beautiful day. I got up from sleep to the melodious songs of two chirping birds, just outside my window pane. They are lovely, sweet little creatures. They come once in a while and chirp their choicest tunes, just outside my window, early in the morning, just to wake me up. It just feels good to hear their chirps early in the morning and begin my day. And I wish I knew the meaning of all their chirps.
But I am a little sad today, too. Not because I had a bad dream, or a bad sleep either. By the way, I had a great sleep last night. I even had a series of dreams wherein I saw many of my friends, chatting and talking about how life has been up to. It was a sweet dream. [Maybe because today is Friendship Day. I remember you guys and you all still live in my memories even today. And I wish you guys a very Happy Friendship Day. Just want to say: There is no goodbye in Friendship. Just like memories, Friendship never dies.]
But I am a little upset these past few days. The reason: I haven't seen two couple pigeons on my balcony railings outside the window the last three days. They were a little sweet things to me. Every morning, they would visit and sit on the balcony railings and spend there for hours, and sometimes even for whole day. They would talk in a language that I don't understand. I wish very much if I knew what they were talking each other.
At times they would stare each other, and other times, they would just come and sit quietly without speaking a word. A week or so ago, I saw both of them having a fight, just like husbands and wives do sometime. I don't know why those two sweet little creatures were fighting. It was sad to see both of them fighting. But at the same time, I was surprised to learn that these little creatures do have disagreements and conflicts at times, just like we humans do. And the next day, I saw them reunited again. I was happy to see both of them talking, staring each other and playing in the balcony railing outside my window.
All this drama of these two little, lovely pigeons, I watched daily from my small personal office like set-up inside my room, facing the balcony railings outside the window.
Sometimes, they both would kiss each other. But those moments, I won't stare at them. Because I was afraid they would feel shy and would never come back to their love nest again. Moreover, that's their private moments. You know, they are soft-hearted and the gentlest of all creatures. They both are a lovely sight to behold when they are playing, doing all sorts of things upon the balcony railings outside the window.
I don't know why, but wherever I stay, or move to a new building, these homely birds always follow me -- or, I don't know whether they are following me, or me following them. But they just come and visit my dwelling place anyway. In my previous apartment building too, where I stayed few years on rent, there were two couple pigeons -- lovelier and sweetier than this two couple. Theirs story is a bit different. I may tell about them some day.
I think it was last month. I rarely open my window panes because I don't want to give any chance to mosquitoes to enter my room. Honestly speaking, I hate mosquitoes the most of all creatures that I have seen or heard. I don't know why, but I hate these little, tiny creatures the most. Forgive me for hating them so much.
It was raining heavily that day. And I opened my window panes wide open. I wanted to feel the rain and watch it falling down on the earth in full view. Suddenly, the fairer and littler of the two couple pigeons, accidentally flew inside my room. But unfortunately, she couldn't fly away outside. After much try and failed attempts, she couldn't fly outside the window. Instead, she was flying to and fro across the length and breadth of my room. And outside the window, the fatter one, presumably her lover boy, was frantically kicking legs and hissing in helplessness. Maybe he was afraid that I would do something bad to his sweetheart. It was a sad sight to behold, because I seem to have a heart that knows what is love.
So I stepped in and joined the drama of the two little couple. I tried to catch hold of the fairer one who was frantically flying from corner to corner of my room. After a while, she had no other option but to land on my hands. I felt the heat and utter fear running all over her veins and body.
And now, outside the window, her lover boy's kicking legs and hissing sounds began more intense. And I knew it was time to let her go through the window. Sooner the better, lest he might do something stupid. Or he might get a heart attack!
Truth to be told: I ate pigeons in the past. They are soft and delicious. But this time I can't -- I can't break a lover's heart. And so I let her go through the window. At last, I felt happy to see both of them reunited again, kissing and talking in their unknown language. At that moment, I realized I had so much to learn from these little creatures.
But today, I am a bit sad that these two little birds haven't come back to my balcony railings for the past few days. As always, birds do come and go, just like we humans do. But I had to learn a lot from these two little couple pigeons. And I am glad I did.
But I am a little sad today, too. Not because I had a bad dream, or a bad sleep either. By the way, I had a great sleep last night. I even had a series of dreams wherein I saw many of my friends, chatting and talking about how life has been up to. It was a sweet dream. [Maybe because today is Friendship Day. I remember you guys and you all still live in my memories even today. And I wish you guys a very Happy Friendship Day. Just want to say: There is no goodbye in Friendship. Just like memories, Friendship never dies.]
But I am a little upset these past few days. The reason: I haven't seen two couple pigeons on my balcony railings outside the window the last three days. They were a little sweet things to me. Every morning, they would visit and sit on the balcony railings and spend there for hours, and sometimes even for whole day. They would talk in a language that I don't understand. I wish very much if I knew what they were talking each other.
At times they would stare each other, and other times, they would just come and sit quietly without speaking a word. A week or so ago, I saw both of them having a fight, just like husbands and wives do sometime. I don't know why those two sweet little creatures were fighting. It was sad to see both of them fighting. But at the same time, I was surprised to learn that these little creatures do have disagreements and conflicts at times, just like we humans do. And the next day, I saw them reunited again. I was happy to see both of them talking, staring each other and playing in the balcony railing outside my window.
All this drama of these two little, lovely pigeons, I watched daily from my small personal office like set-up inside my room, facing the balcony railings outside the window.
Sometimes, they both would kiss each other. But those moments, I won't stare at them. Because I was afraid they would feel shy and would never come back to their love nest again. Moreover, that's their private moments. You know, they are soft-hearted and the gentlest of all creatures. They both are a lovely sight to behold when they are playing, doing all sorts of things upon the balcony railings outside the window.
I don't know why, but wherever I stay, or move to a new building, these homely birds always follow me -- or, I don't know whether they are following me, or me following them. But they just come and visit my dwelling place anyway. In my previous apartment building too, where I stayed few years on rent, there were two couple pigeons -- lovelier and sweetier than this two couple. Theirs story is a bit different. I may tell about them some day.
I think it was last month. I rarely open my window panes because I don't want to give any chance to mosquitoes to enter my room. Honestly speaking, I hate mosquitoes the most of all creatures that I have seen or heard. I don't know why, but I hate these little, tiny creatures the most. Forgive me for hating them so much.
It was raining heavily that day. And I opened my window panes wide open. I wanted to feel the rain and watch it falling down on the earth in full view. Suddenly, the fairer and littler of the two couple pigeons, accidentally flew inside my room. But unfortunately, she couldn't fly away outside. After much try and failed attempts, she couldn't fly outside the window. Instead, she was flying to and fro across the length and breadth of my room. And outside the window, the fatter one, presumably her lover boy, was frantically kicking legs and hissing in helplessness. Maybe he was afraid that I would do something bad to his sweetheart. It was a sad sight to behold, because I seem to have a heart that knows what is love.
So I stepped in and joined the drama of the two little couple. I tried to catch hold of the fairer one who was frantically flying from corner to corner of my room. After a while, she had no other option but to land on my hands. I felt the heat and utter fear running all over her veins and body.
And now, outside the window, her lover boy's kicking legs and hissing sounds began more intense. And I knew it was time to let her go through the window. Sooner the better, lest he might do something stupid. Or he might get a heart attack!
Truth to be told: I ate pigeons in the past. They are soft and delicious. But this time I can't -- I can't break a lover's heart. And so I let her go through the window. At last, I felt happy to see both of them reunited again, kissing and talking in their unknown language. At that moment, I realized I had so much to learn from these little creatures.
But today, I am a bit sad that these two little birds haven't come back to my balcony railings for the past few days. As always, birds do come and go, just like we humans do. But I had to learn a lot from these two little couple pigeons. And I am glad I did.
