The Little Things In Life

The fiery sun hung low in the sky, The river tides were supple and spry, A deep crimson filled the horizon, As scarlet waters danced in unison. She sat down on a lonesome rock, With her heart full of qualms amok. For life had made her weathered and worn, And she stared at the sun, tired and forlorn.  The roaring river merrily gushed by, The wind whispered its gentle lullaby, She let it quietly seep through her soul, As God’s grace embraced her whole. And a voice from within her rose – Do not be distressed by the trials of life, And lose not your calm in the face of strife. Gather yourselves and hold your head high, Quiver not anymore or let out a tired sigh. For these troubling times will make you tough, Smoothen out the edges that are hitherto rough. Your struggles will make you great and strong, And prepare you duly for the place you belong. Like a fierce warrior you will bravely rise, From the ashes of your failures you wil...

Ever since I have started paying attention, they have become inevitably ubiquitous -  on my way to work and on my way back home,  early in the morning and later in the evening - their chirpy, little birdsongs seem to be following me everywhere. The cuckoo has now given way to lesser known species such as the red- vented bulbul and the Indian rock-chat. The mynas are always out there, as are the pigeons, and slowly as the seasons change, I hope to learn more about different birds and the sounds they make. But as of now, I have this story to share. One morning, I woke up to tiny, little warbling sounds coming from our balcony like some newborn chicks were chirping away somewhere very close. I went to the balcony and peered all over the place, only to find nothing there. This went on for a few days until I finally gave it up as a bad job. Then one day, I was talking to our neighbour from across our other balcony, and she told me that a little bird had made its nest rig...