.....there are too many Birds around ....the abode navigation at the junction of two narrow lanes , with choc a bloc residences, balconies adorned with flower pots with busy bee doing the rounds , no wonder there will be birds as the Giant fig tree got decapitated recently on account of FIFA world cup Qatar 22, to accomodate a screen , now though over the mnths post the enthralling final , disdainfully growing at breakneck speed , foliage growing rapidly , just as the Phoenix rising from its ashes .....the hitherto displaced birds, now on cloud nine reclaiming their lost places....the incessant chirping in an otherwise , mechanised upcoming city , with decibel levels of a myriad of machineries to keep it going ....the Birds the Bees now working overtime to regain lost place ....hence the Cacophony ... the living with the Machines .....
As , one , is felled , by the sheer remoteness of the land , when one swiftly drifts away from the busy shores , the tallest of all buildings dips below the horizon ....its an altogether different proposition ....the lush green Coconut trees swaying ...a footfall on the warm white beach , and there you are , all to yourself ....the Tropical Sun beating mercilessly , you laze on the sand , not a soul in sight , a true Sabbatical, which everyone so very much desire .....!!!!
