My Feathered Friend

​There is a little bird that has been visiting my studio for a while. She comes with a flock but quickly separates from them and sits by my window, looking inwards to where I work. She gives one loud peck on the window and when we make eye contact, she leaves. This is her way of demanding peanuts,  something she loves more than the Bajra and rice I put out for her and her friends! So, I drop whatever I am doing, shell the peanuts and then crush them so that my friend can have her special treat😊! 🐤

Heavenly! 

​In the peace of the early morning hour, I realise that heaven is a place on earth. 


I chance upon it accidentally…like rays through morning mist. I see it in the first effort of a bud to bloom,  when it releases a perfectly formed petal from its tight embrace as if to test the world that it is going to inhabit.

It is in sudden patterns that form. Connecting random dots into a semblance of coherence. It is in these chance encounters that conviction dissipates confusion… like the fine mist that the sun lifts from the face of the earth, revealing new definitions of how  heaven is just something we take as ordinary in the guise of the extraordinary…. 

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