Mumbai is typically in the throes of a very hot and humid summer. Some folks , like my friend Deepak Amembal, put out these little bowls of water, firmly anchored in their balconies, for the bird population , that may be thirsty, after flying endlessly through our polluted air.
Here is a capture he posted, as a crow actually stopped by for a bit of imbibing.
I just wondered what must have gone through the crows mind, at suddenly finding a wide mouthed water bowl..... :-)
Read.
कुणाचं जग अति मोठं झालं
कि पाण्या ऐवजी तहान दुसरी कसली तरी लागते , हिरवाई हताश पणे गळून पडते आणि नियमांचे कितीही दगड एक एक करून टाकले तरी पाणी वर साध्या माणसाच्या ओठांशी , येत नाही … एका रम्य गुलाबाच्या बाल्कनीत , डुलणार्या हिरवाईत कुणा एकाची काकदृष्टी , पाण्यानी भरलेल्या , व भक्कम पणे उभ्या असलेल्या जलकुंभावर पडते, आणि उडून उडून तहानलेला जीव हर्षभराने पाणि पीउन वर बघून एक डोळा वाकडा करोन म्हणतो , "चला, आता के.जी मधल्या मुलांसाठी दुसरी कविता करायला मी मोकळा …." |
When someone's world indiscriminately blooms out of control, the thirst is often for something other than water, the greens wilt in depression, and no amount of traditional 'throwing stones' at anyone or anything helps the water rise and reach the parched throats... A balcony wrapped in the fragrance of roses, and the sharp eyes of a crow spies amidst the green a welcoming wide mouthed firmly anchored expanse of water. A throat parched due to miles of summer flights and he happily dips in, sipping it all, then realizing something, and momentarily stopping to say, " I guess, they need to now make a new poem for the kindergaarten kids ..." |
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