I understood that the pigeons
were fascinated by the wooden plank on which we kept our potted plants. The
plank served as their landing, resting, breeding and shitting ground and they
wanted to occupy it. Yes, this was the war for the wooden plank.
I loathed hearing the guttural
sounds of the pigeons. The cooing sounds turned into an irritation trigger. I imagined making a pigeon biryani our to the shaheed pigeons. The
maid complained of cleaning the mess that the pigeons made. We finally gave in, removed the plank and kept the potted plants on the ground. In that way, we
could save a few plants.
The pigeons did not stop there.
They were angry at losing the wooden plank. They wanted to occupy a greater
territory.
Even to this day, I remember the
evening one of the brave pigeon's waged a single-handed war on us. I was in the guest
room and working on the study table. My hubby was sitting on the bed, close to
the window, with his head rested on the window sill. Both of us were engrossed
in our work. All of a sudden, my husband jumped at me, as though he got an electric
shock and started rubbing his head.
I was startled and asked, ‘What happened?’
He replied,’ The pigeon…’
‘What about it?’
‘I think the pigeon got into the house’
‘Where?’
‘It should be behind the window curtain’
‘What? Really!’
We slowly moved towards
the window. The pigeon was behind the curtain. We wanted to safely direct the
pigeon outside, without any causality. The pigeon was on one side of the
window. My better-half slowly went to the other side of the window, and slid
the glass panes so that the pigeon could fly out of the created space. The pigeon flew
out. We breathed a sigh of relief.
My husband later told me that the
pigeon thought of his head as some of kind of walking bridge to enter into the
house. The pigeon walked on my poor hubby’s head and hid behind the window
curtain. The ulterior motive of pigeon is a mystery which can never be solved.
The pigeon's attack reminded me of
another incident which happened before our marriage. I was staying in Bangalore
and my fiancé (now husband) was living in Hyderabad. I visited him on one of
the weekends. My train to Bangalore was in the night. We took an auto to the
train station.
Parting away times are always
painful. Moments spent away from your loved one seem like eons. We were seated
in the auto, close to each other, with our hands held together and brooded over the good times we spent and planned our next meet. It was in this
romantic moment, that we heard some flapping sounds and got steady
thwacks on our backs, for a couple of seconds.
Both of us jumped out of our
seats. My fiance asked the driver, ‘What’s
there in the auto?’
The auto-driver casually
remarked, ‘It is a hen’
A hen in an auto? Was the auto-driver giving a
ride to the hen? Where did the hen intend to go?
The hen became privy to our
conversation. It wanted to let us know how deeply it felt about our separation
by jumping around wildly in the auto and scaring us out of our wits.
My hubby and I, emit an avian
aura, from which the birds cannot escape. When our horoscopes were matched for
marriage, not only our stars but also the birds' stars got linked. The birds want to get
close to us, either to trouble us or to let us know their grievances. After the
brave attempt by the pigeon to enter the house, we now keep our windows
narrowly open. We gave up the balconies to the pigeons; all we have is the
apartment and we will not give it up.
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THE END
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