Tuesday, December 22, 2009

The mad crow

They came visiting over the weekend.

The three of us spent time on the terrace in the evening. Hundreds of starlings swirled around making swift patterns of wispy black.

A singular crow tried to join in. They would make space and he would trail behind like a loose thread. Again and again. Our friends said they had seen a crow do that the previous week as well. It might have been the same crow, overwhelmed by madness over his heavier gait and slower swirls.

The starlings delighted Sanah. Like hundreds of arrows in the sky, she said.

My little dart has flown back home in the gujrat mail. I am probably her mad crow.I will be back later this week, trying hard not to trail behind.

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