The Mango Tree, the Birds and the Water Bowl

Shifting to this small new house in the heart of the city was pleasant. Moreover, it was enchanting to see greenery everywhere. Our house is on first floor. Our downstairs neighbor has an exquisite Mango Tree. The branches and leaves of the mango tree engulf our balcony. Early morning various birds like the sparrows, pigeons, parrots, crows, woodpecker and many other birds chirp to wake me up from sleep. Each summer delicious mangoes hanging on the tree makes a picturesque view.

My family members and I would leave little food for the birds to feed on the parapet of the balcony. All problems started this summer, when I received a sms requesting me to leave a water bowl for the birds, due to the scorching heat. Every day I would fill a small water bowl with water and leave it for the birds to drink, after eating the tidbits.
Firstly, the crows then the other birds, then the pigeons and lastly the sparrows would come to drink water and after few intervals, I would change the water. I was feeling very happy about this ritual as, I thought that I am also doing something for the environment. However, all this ended when one day in the afternoon, I saw a crow dipping a dead rat in the water bowl. This made me furious. I shooed the crow away; fortunately, he took the dead rat away with him and I threw the water from the water bowl. Next day, all the birds came as per their daily routine and they had no water to drink. They were chirping and twittering but I was adamant. For two days, the birds were cheeping loudly. On the third day, I decided to place the water bowl for a short duration and was watchful for the crow. Slowly the number of birds approaching to drink water diminished.


However, the crow was equally unwavering. He would come every day at the designated time and croak. The other day I saw the crow drinking water from the potted plants or sometimes dripping water of our cooler tank.

THE EVENING WALK

As the sun is setting,
The birds are chirping,                 
The sky graying
The shadows are appearing,
 I go walking, walking ,walking.

Recently I decided to go for evening walk to a near by park. Sliding into track pants and walking shoes, I would go regularly for the same. There is a skating ring in the park .On Monday to Friday at a designated time a skating instructor would come and Instruct his young students the skills of roller skating. His students are young boys and girls accompanied by their mothers. The Mothers of the student take a walk in the circular trail of the park as their ward are skating. As I am also on the circular trail, I observed that most of the people are walking in anti – clockwise direction while some very few others like me are walking in clockwise direction. As I move on the trail. I meet the same people again and almost every day it is a habit. There is one short lady talking to someone on her cell phone headphones attached to her ears, there are a group of old ladies walking and chatting away to glory. A regular , old man who is swaying as he is walking. There is a woman who drives to the park which her little daughter her nanny, a goody bag for her toddler and a tricycle. A group of boys play cricket. Some children from the nearby slums come and sway on the branches of the trees. The beat constable is busy looking for any suspicious characters.

However, the weekends are dull as the skating instructor has an off, so his students and guardian do not come.

As I move around the trail, I feel clam and de stressed. Evening walk has become a habit.

This is a scenic description of my evening walk.