Month ago, a pigeon laid eggs in an empty planter on our balcony. We saw them hatching and growing into squabs. Unfortunately one of the squabs passed away in two days after it hatched, while the other kept going. Everyday, the mother would bring food for its little squeaker, feed it down its beak and make it move. Every time we went out to the balcony, she would fly away leaving her child by itself, vulnerable to the world of us predators. Not going to lie, their presence in our balcony was absolutely annoying as the mess they’ve created is colossal. While I was of the opinion we should discard the eggs, the day they were laid - missus was against the idea and adamant while using her veto. Days passed and I warmed up to the squab’s presence in our balcony. Made sure it was kept safe - away from the edge to protect it from rain, extreme sun, winds and even falling off from the edge. Its mother kept visiting everyday and stayed the nights with it to make sure it keeps safe. Every morn
Yet another one went missing. I just saw it last week. Today, it has decided to vanish only when I need it the most. Agitated, as I am scouring through the cabinet to confirm its disappearance, its partner is sitting there looking at me in wonder. My extreme anguish of losing it is but seen only as a sign of foolishness. 'Oh just pair me up with another one! Who's going to know?' its partner quipped, or something like that. How easy it is for it to detach itself from its companion of long time? No remorse, no sense of loss, no sorrow. A simple switch. That's it? Heartless piece of cloth. Indeed. It definitely is a heartless piece of cloth. Or is it? So began the thought process. Do I have enough socks in life? Maybe. Well, I do g ive a lot of thought to them before bringing them in my life. I make sure to have the right ones to cover all kind of scenarios, just in case, if some of them disappear. Probably the only thing I can say with confidence, is that I purchase s