Note 43 : Birds

Curtains flapped in the morning wind, her notorious excitement was visible as she played with the orange, the blue, the yellow and the grey curtains.

Flap flap flap – was the only sound I heard as my chaotic sleep broke into my silent morning – I felt disoriented at the sudden change in the surroundings.

As i came to my senses - I checked on the girls –

“yes, birds can fly" came a voice, "but why do you think they have nests” said the realist Capricon - Lily

"fair point" - my mind said

“but they do get to fly and fly and roam around and be flying” – Ag countered

"equally true" - my mind said again

“but they do come back to their nests – their homes and that is my point – even though they can fly endlessly anywhere they want – they do come back to the place they call home – they do have a center, so we can be birds too – go wherever we want to and come back home”

“but I don’t want to come back – I want to keep roaming – like a bird”

The curtains stopped flapping – I was a bystander.

Agnes had written in her blog about being free as a bird and never having to settle down – keep flapping – remain boundary-less. Lil surprisingly found that discomforting/unrealistic - you know her-  which led to this clash of ideas.

“..and birds too sometimes must think they should be humans – humans might be the gods to them – for all you know”

“Ahem..” the oldest man in the house cleared his throat..

“Joe, I want to be a bird and Lily does not want me to become one..” making that face which told me she thot her elder sister was crazy..

Lil looked at me in revolt – wondering which side I would take

“we can be anything we want as long as our minds are in place – if you want to be a bird – be a bird and fly – be a snail and enjoy the little things – be the clouds and float around in gloriously blue skies – be different every single day and I do say that being human can sometimes be a bit tardy and boring” – I said yawning..the diplomat coming to the fore.

“…and if you are a bird you can aim your droppings on the heads of people you don`t like..hahah” I chuckled, thus closing the argument..

“this has to go in the blog …mwhahaha” – Ag started frantically typing

“..am I the only grown up in this house” – Lil sighed, shaking her head - a grin hidden in those cheeks - as she went back to concentrating on her fone.,

The curtains started flapping again  - the silence this time was happy. I went to the kitchen to get some nutrition into my girls – as a pigeon somewhere made plans to aim that dropping on my head.

hdk

Note 42: We`ll age in a village..

For the day never really begins without looking at them..i'd live without a day of sunshine..

We were at a village this time, a sleepy one at that, where the mosquitoes too, it seemed - when they sat on human skin - took a straw - a flavor and some barbeque and then sucked bloody whiskey.

Everybody had extra hours, clocks too had time off, as the seconds slowed down, yawned and ticked away.

The cows grazing on the lush green field ..reminding me of heavens.. It was a silent lullaby drowning me into a fragrant sleep..

"And i would turn a hundred and seventee years old here" said Ag -numbers had recently become her passion and there had to be a math behind it. One that was not meant for dreamy Saturday mornings..

Lil had slept reading a book, she opened her eyes and continued reading - sleep was just a necessary distraction - Sophie's world was wat she was reading - "who am i, papa" she asked - i smiled back

"you must know where to look..."

"Look witheeeennnn " added Agnes

Lil tapped the book and dived back into Sophie's world - looking for answers..

Basis a "finding roots" initiative, parents and kids of the school had found themselves in a village.

 While the others complained about the lack of electricity, the women of my house were searching for constellations in the night sky...

While they clicked pictures of the indigenous, the girls spoke to them - sharing a way of life.

"Why do we need cities pa, when the village way is so nourishing?' Lil asked on our final night - as we took one last walk down the village road -

" Humans Lil don't know where to stop, where to call it a day and see what has been accomplished. We dont have to do whatever we can.."

"It is our choices, far more than our abilities that decide who we truly are.. So my dear Lily, you are the choices you make"..quoting Dumbledore

She grabbed my hand and continued to gaze the stars..

Agnes..a few steps ahead..was in a Marley mood ..

" my feet is my only carriage..
so I've got to push on through.. "

Said she to the glowing night.

Hdk