Chai Time

4.30 pm, and it was time for my chai, as I sat at my favourite spot on my bed near the window. I peeped out and there she was, so pretty, so young and full of life, waiting to bloom to her fullest, shaking merrily the rain drops off herself.

She was so beautiful in all her innocence, totally oblivious of her natural beauty that she was shimmering throughout the branch. She was the pretty Gulmohar trying to bloom to her fullest by shaking the drops on her.
She was just one little beautiful life happening in the grander picture of the vibrantly alive tree outside my window. Gulmohar blossoms  cannot be smelt, because they are to be seen, the colors so vibrant and their bursting petals filling the whole tree and the street, making us realize that beauty need not shout, it can quietly blow us away by its mere presence.

Sudden trembling of the thimble branches brought me out of my reverie. Uncle Squirrel was back with his busy doings. Every time I watch him, I am amazed by his energy to climb every branch, moving ever so lithely and merrily that it is so difficult to give him an age.
Actually I don't think birds and squirrels age, they just put us to shame by their living this beautiful life with so much energy and enthusiasm. Ah!! but it seems so they are blessed with a higher intelligence to live life simply, a sort of zen, which makes it so much easier for them...

Coming back to Uncle Squirrel, he seems to be collecting all the happenings of our Gulmohar society in the pretext of hunting nuts. He has a few friends who busily squeak away with each other, making me wonder what the new excitement was all about... was it the new neighbor sparrow giving birth, or was it the tiff between the newly wed  mynahs in topmost branch..... anyway i had to put a stop to my pondering because gossips seemed to be my favorite pastime and  here i was engaging in platonic gossip with the uncle squirrel...

The chirping of the sparrows, the screeching of the parrots amused me as to how amicably all of them lived in the same abode, each having their own space and lifestyle...
They all had their own language which was music to the ears and were all life in its fullest beauty. The other side of beauty were the crows who (ironically are the wisest), seldom bothered about their voice or looks, assuming they had their authority in the abode. The animal kingdom too had its politicians and pageants...

Oh , my tea seems to have finished, but these sweet ponderings seem to have more than made up for the lack of sugar.