I saw a monkey

First thing in the morning that too. I woke up. Sat up. Looked out of the window. In precisely that order. And there it was sitting on the tree branch outside, its long tail hanging down.

"That's really a long tail," I said to myself, more astonished by the length of its tail than by the sight of a monkey in the heart of Golpark.

I rubbed my eyes to see clearer, planning to reach out for the phone camera next.

But the rubbing broke the dream. It wasn't a monkey at all.

A crow stared back at me from the branch.

Sigh.

I hardly blog anymore. Have lost the habit I suppose. A random blog here. Another there. And then I sit on it and forget Triple G exists. And I miss blogging too. Perhaps that explains the numerous visits to see if one more person has commented. Or speed reading through one or the other blog, meaning to comment and never finding the time thereafter. I'd like to make this a 'I must blog everyday' resolution post. But I'm not sure I can promise it to me. Sigh.

Make way please

"Make way. Make way. Let me pass."

It was an authoritarian, female voice accompanied with a light tinkling and heavy steps. She clearly had somewhere to go. Some place important. And she was late.

Almost a score of people in holiday mode were crowding the pavement, admiring the little lake off the main road. But she brought them to attention. They lined up horizontally (without any rehearsal whatsoever), keeping the lake behind them, making way for her to pass.

As for her, she looked neither left nor right, briskly walking straight ahead, the bells on her collar tinkling on. This, my friends, was a cow on a mission.

Black Rose

A flower dropped into my lap today. But the black threw me off. As a disguise, it worked brilliantly. Until Rosie smiled and unintentionally let slip a glimpse of her little rosebud mouth. That's when I worked it out.