Chicks story continued...

“Last Sunday, I returned from London. The house was dirty as it was closed for near about seven months. It took me and my maid three days to clean it. And these pigeons had made nests on air conditioners. I asked the maid to clean up all the mess and put the chicks in green cloth on the roof of the building.” A middle aged woman told me.
“The smaller chick died of hunger as it couldn’t eat the grains given by me. And the bigger one becomes the food of cat or a bird of prey.” I told her.

Is cleaning of house is important than the lives of chicks or no?

Only chicks! No nest!

Chirping of chicks attracted my attention. I moved towards that direction and found that two chicks of different sizes were squeezed one upon the other on a cloth in the corner of the building’s roof.

I was quiet shocked to see pigeon chicks without any nest near by.

Did you think parent pigeons were creative or lazy?

Measuring LOVE!

Chandrika Shubham is measuring LOVE!
This was my status update on one of the social networking site.

Ms. ‘F’ commented :
How long is piece of string, my dear friend?

Actually I was measuring it in Litres. :D

Can love be measured or no?

Comments on my blog

A middle aged woman was telling about the books of world’s famous authors. She was keenly talking about what she had read in her whole life.
After patient listening for near about an hour, I asked. “Have you read my blog?”
“Chandrika, you write, you mean to say you are a writer!!!”
“I know I can’t write well. I am learning ABC of writing. But if you haven’t read the comments on my blog then you have read NOTHING.”

This is 150th post by me. :)

Begging : art or pressure

“Give me some alms.” A kid came near me and asked.
“No.” I said.
“Please.” She brought the empty bowl closer.
“No” I repeated adamantly.
She bowed before me; her head was on my feet.

Do you think it is glamorisation of begging or it is the result of great deal of pressure on underprivileged?

Never seen such a Zebra zoo before!

“Zebra zoo!” The kid sitting beside me pointed towards a woman who was driving a scooter. The scooter was moving with almost same pace of our car because of traffic on the road. That woman was wearing a dark pink colored shirt on which numerous zebras facing all the directions were embroidered. She was wearing it with a white dupatta and salwar.

On returning home on that very day, we coincidentally met that woman again. And this time kid exclaimed, “Never seen such a zebra zoo before!”

Have you ever seen such a zoo or airport? ;)

I failed!

“These days you do not laugh as earlier you used to. The dark circles have appeared under your eyes and the cheerful glow on your face in no more.” A good friend of mine asked. “What happened, dear?”

“Nothing, just over burden of work and too much blogging” My mouth said.
“I failed! I failed!! I FAILED!!! And this is my life’s biggest failure.” My heart said.

What do you think will I be able to convert my life’s biggest failure into my life’s biggest success?