A Silent Winner


A foggy morning with the sun attempting to make an entrance.

When the hot coffee becomes lukewarm within minutes,

when squirrels call out a greeting as they scamper down the blooming mango tree,

when the competition for the loudest call amongst the avians in the farthest tree has heads peeking through window slats.

In a grassy corner, away from the din, silently growing up, dressed in a jazzy pink attire,
an elegant persona makes a statement.



Intriguing Bytes

Water weeps...

Hear them calling!

Those few drops

One minute reads-9

Endless chatter

Nature adds depth

Nature weaves tales-11

Not just a tree

My office beckons

Your very own piece of the forest