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Cacophony by Alfaz
Every morning, the crows occupy the live wires, in this silent, posh, urban locality. They frequently break the surrounding silence with their loud, unbearable cacophony. No one gives a damn about what they want to say.
A hundred years ago, the trees were cut and a city was made. Their habitat was snatched and the crows cried in protest. It was the same loud, unbearable cacophony. No one gave a damn about what they wanted to say.
The tree is gone
Live wire is left
The pain is gone
Cacophony is left
The Caw Point by Nayan
The group of crows would usually gather on the rope and caw their throats out. I would shake the rope but still persistent as a dog’s tail, the flock would come back. Sometimes I did it for fun and sometimes out of disgust. But nothing that I did deter them from coming back to the spot, and by doing so, completely ridicules my efforts to keep them away.
Moral of the Story: Don’t let effin’ anyone deters you in your pursuit for your desires or goals. Even if it’s a piece of rotten meat you are after.
Guilt and Its Pleasures by Priyanka Paranjpe
Is it possible to gain happiness from someone else’s sorrow? Yes, there is a word for that – Schadenfreude. Is it the same reason why I am content watching you being sad? I guess that is a human tendency. But what about animals and birds? Do they have same thinking like us? Guess yes. That’s why the crows hover over cemetery grounds and sometimes wait for someone to die, so that they can relish the food served for them. Thank God! From now, I have less guilt feeling ill about you.
Soap Opera Carcass by Yedei
They spotted it faster than guys picking out an attractive female in a crowded place. This was also a question of hunger.
SwacchBharat campaign had meant that lesser rats were crossing the streets at night to nibble at garbage thrown out of vehicles. Lesser rats meant fewer roadkill.
They had to time it well, since once they launched earthward, others would follow in a swoop. A skirmish was best avoided.
They tensed for the plunge. Suddenly the old crow on the line, who they thought was dozing, said laconically, “don’t bother, it’s a discarded prop from a Telugu tele-serial.”
I am Beautiful by Leemi Keche
Being lost in the wilderness, away from his family and friends made Rex the crow to reminiscent those moments which were binding to his dear ones once again , having traveled miles and miles, crossing the unknown territories which marked the demarcation of human existence ultimately led him to ponder the reason behind leaving his family probably in search of food. Now his heart aches and he longs for his kids and his beloved wife fanny. At arms length he sees a group of his kind, decided he would rest for a while and continue his journey.
The Malayalee Crow by Ayaz Salim
A group of crows (I forget the word for it) sat on an electrical line discussing ways and means to find lunch for the day, and since crows are meant to be one of the most intelligent creatures, its imperative that they discuss lunch sourcing strategies at length, because nothing less is expected of them by the general public. During the course of this discussion, some of them were calm, some almost ready to launch at the word ‘go’, some pessimistic and sarcastic. This went on for an hour, during which time the line developed a current leak which in turn killed all the crows. Oh I remember now! Murder! That is what a group of crows are called.
Hue and Caw by Shakti Shetty
Once upon a time, the color black was banned. Nights turned navy blue as darkness had a shade closer to purple. Racism took a turn for the worse. Whiteness inspired resentment as Africa was no longer the (com)promised land. Reading between the lines became easier while the fire at the end of the tunnel made little sense. Things were fast changing but crows weren’t willing to conform. So what did they do? Well, the murder waited patiently for the sentence to end; adapting themselves to wisdom. They learnt nothing lasts forever—neither laws nor the ones who write them.
Revenge of the Crows by Ajith
“It is that Alzheimer guy’s son clapping out to us this time, the one who rotted on the banks of this Ganga forever and nobody turned up. His son would pass by him every day, feigning ignorance. Now that he’s gone, this worthy man wants to get it done and over with. Dare any of you even go near that offering. Let him keep clapping to call us in. We shall not go. Let him know that his father went unhappy, without memories but unhappy….”
Unexpected Guests by Riti A
She Lived All Alone in Their Ancestral House after Her Husband Passed Away & His Only Son preferred Staying Back in Chicago.
Her Friends Were More Than Humans around.
Her Wrinkled Hands Fed Crows & Pigeons in her Garden Like her Family.
Visits By these Lively Birds Worked Well To Take Her Blues Away.
Today she passed Away, Giving up Life to Age and Solitude.
Her Funeral Has Some Unexpected Guests lined up,
Murder Of Crows ..
Long before Her NRI son arrived.
The Crow by Pooja Sharma Rao
He hated living in this slum so close to the biggest garbage dump in Delhi. There was a persistent stink in the house, in all the things and even his body. What he hated most that the sky was never clear of the scavengers-the noisy eagles and the manner less crows. They fought for pieces of carcasses and often dropped their find on the roofs for the rats.
He hated this house and the surroundings. He had been living in this place since he and his whole family was burnt in a slum fire. He was a crow now.
The Omen by Sheen Millicent
According to people, crow is an omen. But then they say, God created the whole world, including every bird. If so, then why are crows considered as a bad sign? Aren’t they God’s creation? Are they created by devil? Does that mean devil created half of the world? It’s such a chaotic world that we live in, stuck between religion and facts.
The Black Messengers by Greeshma C P
I clapped thrice. I did, as a child, to scare them away. “The crows are messengers of god. When bad kids refuse to eat, they snatch their food and a big part of their mother’s love also goes away with it”. I remember gobbling down the rice balls keeping an eye on the messengers. Neither gods nor food mattered then.
Today, I invited them to peck the rice balls in front of me. Neither gods nor food matters, even now. But, this is the last encounter between the three of us, right amma? You, the crows and me.
Simona and her crows by Keerthana Varma
Simona’s grandmother always kept the first handful of her food aside for the crows. When asked why, “God eats through crows, silly”, was her reply. She laughed her grandmother off, but death has a funny way of changing perspectives. Simona loves crows now. On her way to school, Simona saw a crow sitting leisurely on a cow and hated human beings for not looking as harmless as that cow. While she was thinking about how they prefer an electrical wire over her company, a crow snatched the bread out of her hands and nibbled at it by her side.
Deliverance by Makhayaspeaks
Skin, flesh, hair, blood, filth, nails all absorbed by the terra. We watch as the saga unfolds; Birth-Life-Death, the stages of the movement of energy from one bodysuit to another. As the angel of death dawns upon the carcass to recapture the light and carry it to another suit; which can contain its effervescence. Only we can see, only we can hear; because we are his agents. The agents of Deliverance.
O’ Father sustain the light & deliver us from evil.
Marine Drives Tales by Pallavi Shastry
Ugh. This is ridiculous. Why are these people sitting in one place and pretending to love this force of a breeze? Why don’t they fight it? Why are they in peace? Especially this couple sitting below me. Don’t they see my struggle to get to the other side and that the breeze isn’t letting me? No one thinks about me and my need to flap my darker than night wings over the sea. I don’t want to be stuck here on dry land hovering over these couples. Poop on them? No wait. I’m not a pigeon!
Sweet Revenge by Monica Serban
Callas factor.
This is how they called that particular cell in the brain, which could turn every single human being into an opera diva, if stimulated by a strong magnetic impulse.
Callas energy.
This is how they called the infinite energy that could be produced if all humans sang simultaneously the same high pitched note.
Callas day.
This is how they called the day for creating that energy.
But nobody knew they would instantly turn into black birds with no chirp in their throat once they sang.
Mother Earth finally had her revenge. She could breathe and rest now.
Wired for Love by Moon Mukherjee
It was Wednesday once again. The girl came with her bag of embroidered pieces. The store cashier made her wait just a little longer than was necessary. He counted and recounted the pieces. The girl waited quietly with her eyes downcast. The cashier waited for her to look up before paying her for her work. She smiled and left. The cashier grinned at the empty spot. “He should have asked her today.” “He lost another week.” “The girl could’ve made the first move.” The crows started their weekly debate over a love story that never took off.
Chinnu’s Lunch by Sumi
The rookie looked over-eager, crouched and leaning forward. The older crows knew they just had to bide their time. Chinnu was late for lunch. Ah, there she was, with her mom this time. That was great; she wasn’t as skilled at feeding Chinnu as the grandmother, and threw more morsels to the crows in order to appease the toddler. Chinnu held out a piece of fish, and called to them. The rookie swooped close. The others watched it happen. The alarm on the mother’s face, the shocked-thrilled toddler, the ‘shoo-shoo’ sounds and the end to their many free lunches.
Nightmare by Srujana Adhikari
Sky was dark covered with black clouds. Rohit was walking on a lonely road. He looked up and saw a lot of crows sitting on the electric wires. The crows had a weird look on them. He started walking fast, suddenly he heard someone calling his name. He was too scared to look back. A hand touched his shoulder and called him again “rohit rohit”. He woke up realizing that it was just a dream. He got up from his bed to drink water, something touched his hand. He turned to see a ghost with crooked teeth staring at him with a crow on its shoulder.
Ravenclaw. Battlestar. by Salonee Pareek
Our eyes scanned all of the horizon as we waited. The younger ones were getting impatient – it was only a matter of minutes now. How these minutes passed like years! A greater war had never happened in all our history. The greater Ravens were engaged in a fierce battle with the nemesis beyond the eastern horizons.
Sbitgi spotted our messengers, the coming in on the far South-East – the brown owls. They were flying in unusual formations of 4s and 7s between the smoke clouds.
The news was depressing. We had to act fast. We had to act now.
Sides of Nature by Mehak Angothiwala
The sky was painted in a thousand shades of gray. Lightning, thundering, harsh wind blowing everywhere. The nature was violent that day. Each one had a roof on their head. Some fought this battle sitting on bare wires which passed no electric currents, and wishing how safe their lives would have been if ever they were humans.
A Tempted Murder by Shoumik
Flying in the air, dodging the electric poles and millions of naked wires running through it, on a hot and humid morning. A crow came and sat on the parapet of an old building. The crow tilted its head left and then to right and to left again for few moments. So many heads, so tempting, he thought. Finally, after spotting the target the crow lets it go. The semi-liquid tiny piece of blob travelled all the way down three floors and hit the target, which was my forehead. I looked up at tempted murder of crows..
One Who sees it All by Dhanya
The little one came out to his balcony. He had just stolen a cupcake from the fridge. He thought it was safe out there, where nobody was looking. It’s the first time he stole something. He couldn’t resist. They were beautifully red, tempting and looked heavenly! He was about to eat it and that’s when he heard the Crows. One, amongst the man sitting out there, was looking straight at him. He felt as if he was doing something wrong. He wanted to eat the cupcake, but couldn’t. He kept the cupcake back where it belonged to.
A feast in disguise by Harshad Mokashi
“Those fools, they really think we are their ancestors.”
“Good for us. We can eat it all. Why aren’t we eating already?”
“The trick is if you have patience and wait a tad bit longer, more delicacies will come.”
“I like samosas.”
“No I am more of a sweet loving crow…wait why do you like samosas?”
“Everyone likes samosas.”
“That guy’s granny liked samosas.”
“So? It’s just a coincidence.”
“Maybe it is or maybe not!”
The Good Man by Abhishek Das
My friends gather around and wait restlessly,
It is Thursday again and our joy knows no bounds,
Few have been flying recklessly,
And a few of us make impatient sounds.
The night grows purple and the moon, pale,
And the good man comes, in the dark’s veil.
And as he leaves, we jump, and we fly,
To feast on the meat, he left nearby
His generosity deserves our highest blessings, and nothing less,
For it’s a luxury for ravens, to feast on human flesh.
Fence by Avinash Shenoy
‘These humans will self-destruct, they don’t know yet’, thought the old one looking down.
It had been another intensive fight for survival today; the young ones were brave and were able to defend themselves. As, they inspect their wounds, the old one thought about the tougher times ahead.
Their shelters were vanishing, forest burnt; ugly humans. For long they were able to adapt around man-made things, buildings and wires instead of branches.
Humans though were heading towards destruction. Disrespect for nature is sure to fire back, thought the crow perched on a electric fence, the pain had long vanished.
I believe I can Fly by Anusha Rao
As I looked down, I could see a bunch of humans, as they call themselves, brushing their shoulders to each other. I noticed them smiling, tears, laughter and a lot more emotions which I couldn’t tell. So much confusion and hesitancy in the air they breathe in. Sometimes I wish I was a human..but then again, I’m happy with the way I am, they make quotes on flying and I’ve got wings.
Evacuate by Somethinger
“That’s the one next to ours.”
“Ssh! She’s next to us.”
“This is worse than I thought.”
“I remember her carrying that home.”
“And the time she nearly missed the cuckoo.”
“All gone. She lost her babies that month. ”
“Not so loud – oh look! It’s coming down.”
The trunk snapped.
“I think it’s slipping.”
“I can’t watch. I think she’ll weep.”
“Where’s her mate?”
“He left – oh goodness, they’re heartless! What do they want?”
“Her home. Why hers? Poor thing.”
“What use is – NO! NOT MINE! NOT MY HOME!”
Insatiable by Chandni Roy
It’s not a fable,though
A story,nonetheless about a crow.
Hopping branches ,raving with thirst and hunger,
Ravenous,the raven’s raucous,ranting desperation and anger.
The wood,shadowed by trees kissing the sky, breathes calm,
But the crow circles over it,shredding it to pieces ,the air warm.
The dry stony eyes roving to catch sight of water,if not a bite,
See,it’s tribe,encircling,perhaps a cadaver,veiled from it’s sight!
Swoops down and becomes one with the crowd ‘murderous’
Has it’s fill and takes wings…. maybe for another carcass?
The Witness by Agnivo Niyogi
The sky was overcast with clouds; it would rain any moment. The streets were deserted. Only a murder of crows thronged the electric wire crisscrossing the neighbourhood. Akram ran through the streets to save himself, crying for help. The murderous mob came running after him. The chants of ‘Jai Shree Ram’ filled the sky as they set him on fire. A ghastly smile decorated each of those faces. The crows flew away. Their tranquility was not for barter with temples.
A Promise by Priyanka Pradeepkumar
I stood by the riverside, facing the sun, tonsured and clad in wet dhoti. Rituals done and pindas were offered yet.
They lay on the ground untouched by the string of crows perched on the nearby branch because she left the world with dreams unfulfilled. Then slowly the ancestors descended down to the ground, pecking on the offering and liberating her soul for I promised her to take care of our newborn just the way she would have.
Tanu by Joe
“Will we see again Sir”? “Don’t know Hari, Varanasi will remain in my heart”.
Cab moved, Hari wept. Flowers floating in the great river. Ashes of dear ones dissolving in eternity. They smile, embrace.
Tanu always wanted to visit Varanasi. Our first anniversary, we will go to Varanasi. Her voice echoed in his ears. You are in Varanasi Tanu. Dissolved; forever, in this great river. He closed his eyes, he saw a murder of crows on the tamarind tree,waiting for the “Pinda”. One crow looked at him, a cold, lifeless look.
The Offering by Bindu Menon
He will come to you, his favourite, they said. Drenched in water, I go through vague rituals listlessly. Mind continues to be a bioscope of memories flashing by. Amid numbness, I feel his arm around me. Pining to lay my head on his invisible shoulder, I hear sounds of claps around me. Nudging me to clap along, a voice said,” clap, only then will he come”. Amid claps they flew down and away. Seeing everyone retreat inside, I clapped again. One came back and picked at my offering. I knew it was him. He would never let me down.
Crows are black, but… by Neil
#$%& you crow! Why have you deserted the wall? Winter’s coming and so are the wildlings.
Hey! Did you see my three-eyed raven? It’s been a while since I saw Shiva’s dance and some mushroom clouds.
So, which one is him? Third from left it must; the one nagging all day long, hanging on that wire, is your old man. Had it not been for the days of Shraaddha, who would care?
Cuckoo to a crow: Hatch well this time!
Well! Unlike the saying, crows are black, but not the same.
Which one are you?
Sparse by Priyanka Dey
The vast sky above hung over the crowded lanes of Kolkata; Durga Maa had just left for her abode and everyone was back to business, including Kalia, the crow who kept flinging back and forth from the pole wires across the street to a half-wrecked window hastily.
But the old lady was nowhere to be seen, who would ideally be seen holding fish in one hand and bread in the other. Vijay Dashami saw her take the last few breaths she was left with. Another being was orphaned that day, like the people of Kolkata. Maa was gone!
For All I know by Manoj M
“It’s all about perceptions”, I uttered for the nth time, to myself, and let out a huge sigh. It had been a week since I started to try this weird thing, to see if crows can ever seem beautiful to my eyes. It didn’t. A sense of failure covered me. It didn’t matter though, because for all I know, those crows don’t give a damn about what I think. ‘I wish I could be like them.’ Sigh!
Be the Crow or a Human by Parekhit
I am crestfallen, devastated with this world today for I can see nothing but blood all day.
All day long I fly, looking for pieces of dead meat. This is how I live; this is how my flock survives.
Without this, we can never thrive.
Far across the sky, I see the world crumple in fragments of dead flesh.
These humans fight, they kill each other. They have forgotten to live in peace as brothers.
Being a scavenger, I still am moved, why don’t you humans realize, what bloodshed cannot prove?
One Fine Sunny Day by Matilda Briggs
All these years, she had been aching to watch the last Harry Potter movie. When it finally released, she begged him to accompany her. He declined, “I am busy. Family Issues. Sorry.” Determined, she went there, all alone. As the theatre lights dimmed, she saw him happily sharing popcorn with a PYT in the adjacent row. In her mind, she Avada Kedavra-ed him a million times. When they “accidentally” bumped into each other outside the theatre, his pretty acquaintance exclaimed, “Bhaiya, she looks a lot like the cute girl in your phone’s wallpaper. Stop blushing already!”
Born to Fly by Ankita Chauhan
“No struggle for meal. No need to worry about where to stay. What a fascinating life that green bird has been living inside that palace.”
The Sun is up and I closed my eyes in despair.
But somehow I’m fortunate. I have the whole blue sky. I can feel that golden warmness lingering at the horizon. I am born to Fly. That moment of freedom is timeless while he can barely see the sky.
An absolute no no!
I have nothing to do with lace curtained cages.
I wink at myself. Let’s take a flight of a flamingo.
The Dharavi Crow by Hari Narain
I was born in a small nest atop the neem tree in Dharavi. In the nearby Matunga colony, housewives would shout “ka..ka” every morning and call us over for food. As I grew older, I fetched food for my brothers and friends. Seeing them happy gave me immense happiness. I would have never learnt the love of sharing food if not for humans. But they kill each other over caste and color. If they could share their food with a crow, why not with fellow human beings.
-Kaa Kaa
The Scared Crow by Ashwini Dodani
Identity.
When it comes to me, I think I am being used as someone who would scare you and push you away, but if I look at the positive side, I am protecting your hard work, your efforts to make a difference.
Am I really doing that? I don’t know. Today, I am scared myself, scared because I am known for someone who would radiate a negative vibe which I do not, always.
Today, I am scarred and wanting to change the world, as every human is.
Shitty Crowd by Harshitashood
The long string of wire which humans are afraid of is officially an open and free garden for the crows. The fearlessness comes so inherently that it shocks them (literally). Yet, they continue. As for humans, such fearlessness is extinct. Nonetheless, probabilities sustain. Also, the reason we’re called a crowd is because we’ve taken up this habit from crows and eventually, made it a part of our humanly lives. Other than that, crowd suits crows with an added factor of shitting more rather than it does to us.
Hunger by Ravi Matah
It’s sunset time, getting dark by the minute. Dark clouds hovering overhead, could start raining anytime.
Few crows, perched on a wire are still hopeful of a bite for dinner before they retreat to their respective nests.
One of them is apprehensive that it might rain any moment and may be deprived of his evening morsel also. The other is looking down on the ground hoping to see something to eat on which it can pounce.
Time is really running out for dinner and soon they have to disperse. No one has any idea as to what to have?
The Shoes by Priyanka
An exceptionally crowded day at the mall. Additional discount on sale day. He’d promised her he’d buy her the pricey pair of shoes she had heart set on. He spotted the pair from a distance. It was stunning. How pretty she would look strutting in them! His eyes were firmly planted on the pair as he pushed around the crowd to them. He saw another girl eyeing them too. Sharp eyes. Like a hungry crow. Both reached the shoes simultaneously. Just as he was about to pick them, he remembered the accident. She couldn’t walk anymore. He gave up.
Cunning Me by Sejal Waghmare
Shraadh month is about to end. None of my fellow beings seem to be worried because they are stuffed for now. People who are feeding us today will shoo us away tomorrow as soon as we peep through their kitchen window as if we have turned into black witches.
Here comes a treat for me, the relatives of the old woman who died three years back, they think I’m her. Can’t they differentiate a Crow’s gender? Never mind, even I’m not going to touch the food unless I’m treated with some continental cuisines instead of the same old sabji-roti.
Wings of Stability by Richa Agarwal
The sun was going down.
It was the same as always.
Nothing changed.
Were they wrong?
These thoughts that he had been having for some time now. He didn’t want to fly to a destination. He didn’t want to soar the sky. He didn’t want to go back to his nest as soon as the darkness came greeting him.
He wanted to walk.
Walk like those humans. Walk without a care in the world. Walk without purpose. Walk without destination.
He didn’t want the freedom to fly.
He wanted the stability to stay.
They can foretell by Paru
She searched for the Ravens. In her school uniform, the teenager stood amidst the cawing crows….
One for sorrow, two for joy, three for letter , four for boy….She searched for two ravens.
There!! Two jet black ones!! Wow! two more joined . Her heart soared. So today she’d see her crush. She skipped towards school with glee.
The young man started his bike. He was already late but he wanted to see her, just a glimpse …… His bike picked up speed, turned sharply, straight into a car….Screeeeechhhh
Slowing her steps, she searched…..Ah there he was, limping…
The ravens kept their promise!
Dark Wings. Dark Words. by Febin Mathew
The sky crackled, pregnant and angry.
“Best get a move on.” One of them cawed. “Wet wings slow bad tidings.”
The others murmured in agreement, preparing to take flight. All except Cor.
Cor stared into the distance. Not one jet-black feather of his moved. He only felt the parasitic parchment on his foot, the sorrow inside screaming to be let out.
A flurry of wings exploded around him, sadness and despair headed out to darken the hearts of men.
Cor didn’t stir. A single drop stained his beak. He thought to himself.
“Tears can wait till after the rain.”
A Crow or A Black Crow? by Akshay Nigam
Kid: “See mumma, crows.”
Mom: “Yes, lots of black crows.”
Kid: “What does a crow see in a mirror? Crow or a black crow?”
Mom: “Birds does not understand colors.”
Kid: “So only humans can see colors? Would the world be a better place if humans are colorblind as birdsl?”
The Candidate by Gairo
“You are a mother” said the wise raven.
“What about that feast on that old balcony?” asked the crippled sycophant crow.
RAVEN: Hmm…well the family in house lost a grandmother.
CROW: Sir, I don’t think that anyone wants to become her.
RAVEN: Well do you see this WIRE? all the crows perching on it are Candidates and they will do anything to become wise like me. And to select among them what is better than the season of Shraadh.
“Disguise as their loved ones to get fed, kaa kaa. Brilliant!” laughed the crippled crow.
Few Lonely Spirits. Together. by Hemant
Eyes looking for love, they finally sat down, disappointed. Exhausted. Waiting for death to come do its part. Funny as you may call it, their eyes still had that little bit of hope. Hopes of finding love again. Hopes of flying again, higher this time. They were all shallow yet waiting to be filled with Happiness. The truest one in its form. Yes they’ve had heartbreaks but that’s something you can’t escape but what you can do is to still have that will to get up and look for your happiness. Who are they, you ask me. Well it’s us, the crows sitting on a wire, already crowded but lonely and morose.
Bright Darkness by Harleen
The dusk approaches her with a smile. It’s time for her to bid adieu to her fake smile. The moment the darkness creeps in, she throws away her mask. Darkness gives her freedom to be herself. She stands by the window and watches the crows flocking back. Just like them she returns to herself every night. The only difference is that her dreams cannot take a real flight.
Something to Crow About by Nawaz Shaikh
Caw!caw!caw!Its 9:45,startled,I wake up to hear crows perched on a rope fastened to the tree,brushing aside the agitation I head to the washroom,once there they keep reminding that they’re still there.their crowing seems justified as I see my wife tossing breakfast and why not,its cheese omlette,gulping my glass of milk and half eaten egg,the crowing’s faint but audible for me to scatter the rest of it on the parapet just to see the lucky one scooping down and fly away with cheese dripping from its beak.
You don’t wear my chains by Boshika Gupta
Sometimes, you find one person who changes everything.
The problem with us is that we’re never truly satisfied. We have one perfect moment; we play it over and over.
He was fleeting. I didn’t want to stop feeling infinite.
After:
Separation is a bitter pill.
Your mouth is so dry. Your tears have dried up.
Nobody really knows.
To fall asleep in someone’s arms is not an overrated event.
It’ll make you feel like a child.
See you on the other side, A. See you in a place where our stars will align to form a perfect little constellation.
Look up at the sky my son. I’m watching you. by Vivek Tankaria
“To you. Daily I see, feel and call. Here up so high. I miss you all.
I’ll come flying to meet you on the land. It feels great to see all my close ones around.”
Crows in India are related to ancestors (Pitru). They are there looking at us, missing us and we too feed them their favourite food when they arrive on our terrace. They connect us with our ancestors.
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