Wind…

BY CHRISTINA ROSSETTI

Who has seen the wind?

Neither I nor you:

But when the leaves hang trembling,

The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?

Neither you nor I:

But when the trees bow down their heads,

The wind is passing by.

Gentle…morning breeze🍃

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To the moon and back

As the blues..yellows…oranges..pinks…

Disappeared…at dusk..

To give way…to a dark night.,I thought…

How wrong was I ….

In the eastern skies…I saw a warm yellow glow…it was the moon rising at the horizon…

She looked almost like a full moon..

Although..,a day or two away from that..I suppose..,

That dark stillness…it doesn’t matter to her ..at all…

As I sat & stared…at her…

A thought crossed my mind..

What if moon…were to be an human??!

Would she be proud?

Would she be mean?

Would she be self-centred?

Probably yes…., or may be not?!

But then…I thought…

Let her be herself…

Let her be there…wherever she is right now ..

Let her ..,be as divine & as pure…as she is…

And

Let her shine the way she does ..

And..

Let her remain the same soothing emotion…

And..

Whatever that expression means…

To the #moonandback..,

I just want to say that…

Coffee blossoms

Got a coffee plant…from the neighbor…

Was not sure …if the plant will survive…in the Bangalore ‘s heat …

But she did..& how…

In December..the first blossoms bloomed!

Such beautiful flowers…pure & perfect..&

Such delicate fragrance….

Stayed just for 2 days…then wilted

And after few weeks…I noticed the tiny berries …

Thought that was it…

But..again in February…a second set of blossoms after a lovely January showers…

And…now…the first set of berries are becoming bigger by the day….

By the time these are ripe..I’m sure the second set will be ready too..

Meanwhile…need to google …how& when to pick the berries…& then how to dry them…& roast them..,

And some day…grind them ..& have a nice cup of filter coffee..,&

For sure I’ll be saying a coffee cheers to my wonderful coffee plant

Yearly visit to kokkare Bellur

Just a detour…before reaching Mandya…we were at the edge of a quaint..quiet lush landscape

Last year..not so good rains …most of the lakes were dry…

But the first lake near thailur was full…felt it was a good sign ..for the migratory birds

Within few minutes…we were at the village

first nest…belonged to these ibises …

The best part about this tiny hamlet…one sees migratory birds…everywhere…on all trees…

It is green….and spring seem to be around the corner

As we got down …from car…noticed that the skies were full of pelicans..& storks

There were so many of them…all over…

Some quick pics…as our destination was elsewhere…

There was a nest…& what was intriguing was ..it looked as if there was one female…pelican…but 2-3 males..trying to mate her one by one..she was ok with it..then later after a read…I understood that her main motto is to have a baby & take the young one back with her to wherever she came from..

Then was this pair…faraway from the rest..

As a friend from Instagram…said that he had never seen pelicans on top of trees!

Then time up..

We started to drive back..took a different road..& ended up in one corner of village..where I noticed for the first time ..there is an information centre by WWF…

A little village home…so peaceful…

We were out of the village limits..

As the last of those tiny homes…& green farm lands…were left behind…

I just felt thankful…that those birds come as far as Siberia ..& Australia..to this tiny village near my hometown Mandya …&

Felt happy that our villagers were kind & considerate enough…not to trouble them..in any way…

Coexistence….still exists…& remains in our district Mandya in Karnataka..,

And I feel really good about it…

Catharsis

When….

The painted storks…

Pelicans …

Ibises …

Fill up the blue skies…

Their wing span so huge…

As they fly …

They give you a bit respite ..

From harsh noon sun…

&

When i see them…

Floating..,

High up there…

Effortlessly…fearlessly..,

For me….

It is like catharsis..

Migrants…from far…

Free…

Happy…

No rules..

No borders….

Flying in kokkare bellur skies….

Far far away from their real homes…

Can humans ever do it?!

NO..,

You are a migrant …always …in a country…other than ..where you are born