#sareespeak #womenofsareespeak #171 #SS 16/2022
#silk #kalamkari
Life is quite routine and predictable which is good, aside from the occasional dinner meets with friends.
Missing my girls quite a bit.
Hence a new hobby.
A favourite pastime of empty nesters.
So ironic.
In the mornings, when we come to the kitchen,
We see them – not the girls – Wait for it – adorning the rooftops, above the gutters, on the branches.
Pretty maids, oops!, birds, all in a row.
They wait patiently and when we draw the blinds open, they, and this is our humble take,
Perform, a waltz straight out of Johann Strauss’s compositions.
I believe if I were to play the Blue Danube, they would flit, land, twirl, chirp in perfect unison, timing and tune.
I sip my coffee and watch as husband throws some grains, crumbs and
they peck for a minute or two,
Fly off to settle on the boughs,
Rest their little tummies,
Allow their buddies, oops again, birdies to have a turn.
Except for a bully or two there is perfect harmony in their mannerisms.
The larger ones – the pigeons, parrots on trees, mynas and some others whose names I profess not to know but will find out, chide those their size and never the little thrushes, sparrows, finches.
Sharing and the unspoken understanding that there is enough for all.
We do have the pleasure of the company of the occasional two major gatecrashers, magpies who swoop down and scare the group. They then stand guard ensuring no other bird gets to feed.
Not a recommended act to follow.
Bird watching I suppose is like watching fish in an aquarium. Or people watching?Highly entertaining yet so calming.
Lots of lessons learnt by just watching these simple souls.
And so I’ve draped this lovely light silk mustard green kalamkari with a gorgeous pallu of my favourite bird – the Swan surrounded by lotuses. Added bonuses are motifs of the musical instruments I love – veenas, sitars, tablas, mridhangams, horns.
Pictures of birds in comments.
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