Me and mornings have never been close. From my childhood I have never been a morning person. From my earliest memories, I have always despised morning and everything related to it - getting out of bed, bathing, drinking milk before rushing to school, catching a bus, everything. Somehow, today is different. A full day of sleep has left no sleep in me anymore, I have tried reading, chatting, watching a movie but no sleep. So I decided to step out into the balcony and have some fresh air.
The scene of dawn is spell bounding. The changing colors of the sky. From dark to slowly red and getting brighter each minute. Birds chirping (cliched but you should just see to believe this one). Not just I heard and saw the usual birds like pigeons, crows and mynas but there were so many other species as well. Even sparrows which were very common in Delhi when I used to be a kid but over the years have just vanished could be seen in large numbers today. There is one particular lemon tree near my house where these sparrows always flock. I wonder why. I love sparrows. Somehow I feel they are the native birds of Delhi. There was this one time when a sparrow had laid 3 eggs in my balcony slab and all the three eggs were either taken away or broken by two crows. I remember my sister crying a lot over that. I guess I have drifted from the morning stuff. More birds, parrots, doves. There is this particular tree which has a very peculiar green colour, the parrot colour green where these parrots flock in. I saw a row of migratory birds flying in perfect V formation. A weird kind of dove sitting still on a branch as if it were still sleeping. I wish there were some peacocks too.
There is a very nice stillness and calmness. The kind of calm you feel when a musician plucks the first string of sarod or sitar. The kind of peace that settles you down. Soon, all this calmness will be shattered by the hustle bustle of the city and all these birds will vanish into oblivion and rat race shall resume.
The scene of dawn is spell bounding. The changing colors of the sky. From dark to slowly red and getting brighter each minute. Birds chirping (cliched but you should just see to believe this one). Not just I heard and saw the usual birds like pigeons, crows and mynas but there were so many other species as well. Even sparrows which were very common in Delhi when I used to be a kid but over the years have just vanished could be seen in large numbers today. There is one particular lemon tree near my house where these sparrows always flock. I wonder why. I love sparrows. Somehow I feel they are the native birds of Delhi. There was this one time when a sparrow had laid 3 eggs in my balcony slab and all the three eggs were either taken away or broken by two crows. I remember my sister crying a lot over that. I guess I have drifted from the morning stuff. More birds, parrots, doves. There is this particular tree which has a very peculiar green colour, the parrot colour green where these parrots flock in. I saw a row of migratory birds flying in perfect V formation. A weird kind of dove sitting still on a branch as if it were still sleeping. I wish there were some peacocks too.
There is a very nice stillness and calmness. The kind of calm you feel when a musician plucks the first string of sarod or sitar. The kind of peace that settles you down. Soon, all this calmness will be shattered by the hustle bustle of the city and all these birds will vanish into oblivion and rat race shall resume.
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