The sky parted with tiny drizzles, hesitant as to how they would be received. Finding no resistance, the sky poured with audacity. Birds flew to their nests, except one. This was a tiny sparrow, seemingly having no nest of its own, decided to take shelter in my balcony. I waved my hands, trying to shoo it away. It flew away and returned, continuing this act for a few minutes.
“Let it be.” said my little brother. “What does it eat?”
He got cooked rice from the kitchen and left some in the balcony. The sparrow looked at the rice, while eying us suspiciously. We left the balcony and forgot the sparrow. But, we found it in the evening in the huge neem tree, sharing grains of rice with another sparrow.
Rain parts with earth
grains of friendship
take root in balcony