Summer has arrived with fury in North India. This is that period of the season when you have rising heat, followed by a little cooling down that mostly the dust storms bring; if you are lucky, you may be blessed with a few drops of rain. It was one such relatively cooler morning today, when I noticed the birds flying in the sky. There were also a few eagles circling the sky in ever increasing smaller circles. I sat on my laptop later in the morning, and an eagle was still in the sky.
“Birds have wings; they’re free; they can fly where they want when they want. They have the kind of mobility many people envy.” These words by Roger Tory Peterson, the famous American naturalist, ornithologist, illustrator, and educator, summed up my angst accurately. Is my life going nowhere! Am I not free to do what I want! These were only a few of the emotions flitting through my mind, making me restless.
A few memories surfaced.
