Ever since I returned from Goa, have started heading out for a brisk walk every morning — to beat the cellulite, clear my head, listen to great music (All India Radio has shockingly great music during the zombie hours).
Today, met the most adorable dashund along the way. She doesn’t have a leash, possibly because I doubt she can move at quicker than one mile an hour. This one ambles about the place sniffing at this and that, whilst her elderly owner looks after her.
I asked the owner if I could take a picture, and he was an absolute dear about it. Rani waddled up to me and I patted her on the head. She’s 14 years old and very congenial.
At the quest of her owner, she posed obligingly for a picture. Will post the pic tom, as my mobile pone chord has (hopefully) temporarily disappeared.
In the park, I was suddenly aware of the crows encircling overhead, rather manically. Twas’ all hauntingly reminiscent of a scene from The Birds, where one never quite figures out the exact reason why they attack human beings with such a vengeance.
A crow’s wing got entwined in a twig on a tall tree, and it was hanging precariously, hence the excitement. The crows went berserk, but none of them came to the rescue. Many fellow-walkers stopped in their tracks, so as to rescue the crow. But it was way too high up.
But our friend up in the tree was a smart cookie, finally managed to perch its feet on a branch, thus giving it some support. It pecked and pecked until it managed to free itself.
We all clapped. Corny I know.
How cute is that? And that too about Mumbai.
Such a positive early morning story