6.57 am, and my eyes open after a well rested night of sleep. The sun looks a little muted. There is a cloud cover… The world looks a pale yellow this hour in the morning ..
I walk across the room to go into the next. The world there is a shade of squeaky white and cooler. The last dregs of the night waiting until that last minute like students in an exam hall, prepping!
The sparrows are up and about on the grills of the window. And then I thought of that tree in the park. It was more like a taller shrub with brittle branches and very few leaves. One sparrow flew and sat on a branch. Another sparrow flew in to sit on another, all the time chattering, flapping their wings until they seemed comfortable. Then one by one they flew in. I counted 15 of them. A shrub with sparrows as leaves. Such a sight I thought was unreal, visible to a patient bird watcher.. The joy of being a witness to such at two different places.. Bliss!
There are 2 of them on my grill now, their backs to me. They are also waiting to greet the sun, like me, slowly rising in front of us ..
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