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ARTICLE : KISS OF LIFE

 

KISS OF LIFE

 

LT COL NOEL ELLIS

 

02/IV/2022

 

Temperatures are soaring around 45 degrees here. Every morning by default plants need watering. One could imagine maids, milkmen, labour, auto rickshaw drivers etc fight the scorching sun for a living. It would be a long summer which is worrisome.

 

In the morning there is a plethora of activity in the colony. No, not the residents but the assortment of birds which gather. They frolic and fill the air with music. Their fights for a mate are over now. Most of them have got nests. Their chicks should be up and about in a couple of weeks. They too have to face the wrath of the sun.

 

Intensity of the heat is visible on the plants and flowers. No matter how much you water them, their edges get scorched and parched turning brown and crisp. No matter how much shade they are kept in, by evening they look dehydrated and gasping for water. For us it’s a trying time to keep ourselves safe from the fury of the sun, imagine all those who bear the brunt toiling for a daily living.

 

The common lawn in front of our house becomes the centre of activity in the morning. There are sprinklers on the job to keep the grass green. Fun begins when the person incharge forgets to shift them. Small little puddles get created. Worms in the grass come out before they drown. Down come the birds diving to grab a quick snack and have a bath. While one bathes the others keep a look out from danger. Some of them even carry water in their feathers for the little ones which have hatched.

 

Danger here is not from predating birds. Even the stray cats are bird friendly as they are well fed from the garbage bins. They just don’t bother the birds. The menace for them is created by the morning walkers. Imagine you sitting in your birthday suit soaking away in a bathtub when someone suddenly opens the door, doesn’t even say sorry and walks away leaving the door ajar.

 

Humans don’t bother to give them their space. The beauty is when small children free themselves from the clutches of their moms who are busy in their mobiles. In a blink of an eye, they gather around the sprinkler. A dip in the colony pool is not enough for them. Water has this powerful attraction.

 

Soon the moms realise that their child has gone missing. Fanatic calls and shouts ensue. Kids also know that moment they respond, it is the end of the shower. They sit on their haunches close to the sprinkler and enjoy the burst of water, moving along with it as it changes direction.

 

“Contact” …., between mom and child. It was so sweet to hear the child say, ma come and take a bath, the water is very clean and chilled. How innocent and sweet of this little child who is so pure in thoughts inviting mom to join the fun. Mom gave one whack, as she knows it is water from the STP. Child doesn’t care or cry as now there is one more opportunity to have a bath at home.

 

As one stood and watched the drama, time stood still. Water kept flowing from the hose. Focus had shifted from the real birds to these ‘little birds’. Humans do not leave them free unlike the birds who teach them to fly and leave their chicks when they are ready to face the world in a matter of days.

 

 

Once the children were gone the birds congregated again to have fun. I too shifted focus to the hanging pots. Suddenly it was bliss. With my wife standing behind enjoying a cup of tea, a sudden blast of air went brushing my cheeks.

 

It wasn’t the morning breeze but a Hummingbird hovering close to my cheek as if telling me to drench her instead of the pots. Moment, I turned she flew away only to return and give me a winged kiss. She stood still in front of my face, twisting and turning on the hover causing a storm in my face. One didn’t know how to react.

 

This close encounter with a humming bird was far more intense than anything on earth. The black shiny male was sitting close by and called. This tiny ‘greenish-brown’ bird flew away.

 

It struck me that there could be a nest in that hanging pot I was watering. Thank God that wasn’t the case or I would have wet the eggs inside. A guilty kind of feeling whizzed past my mind.

 

The closeness to the bird made my day. Hope she will come again to give the ‘Hummingbird’s kiss’. Will she? I wonder!!!!!!!!!

 

JAI HIND

© NOEL ELLIS

 

 

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