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My window to the world is my balcony, these days.  And my plants.  And they teach me of resilience and hope.  And beauty in little things.  Like this petunia against the blue sky.  And the curry leave plant, an export from the house at Garia. It was reluctant to grow, and then it did and spread it's flavour to whomsoever wanted to add it to their food.  Till it became diseased.  I tried my best to revive it from all that I could gather from google. Neem oil and anti fungal. But the leaves fell off. I chopped off the branches and waited for the last leave to fall, and bid a final farewell.  It's friend the lemongrass seemed sad and droopy.  And then the rains came. In force, breaking pots, spraying mud, amid my complaints.  I started clearing the mess.  And noticed little leaves in the curry leaves plant.  And a few days on, more leaves sprouted.  Life beyond life.  New  beginning.  I don't want to think of ends anymore.  I want to think of life.   

The bird feeder didn't actually attract any birds, except the crow.  Actually, where I stay now is a concrete jungle, only advantage is the open sky.  Now this crow comes often, cocks his head on one side and inspects if anything is available.  One of these days I fed him/ her with a biscuit and all hell broke lose. After sometimes it came back with a companion and started calling out in different tones.  Chibu was making coffee in the kitchen and as he put down mine on the table said, যাও, ডাকছে।  And l found one of them perched on the arm chair inside the room and the minute I came the cawing became insistent.  Bhaskar wasn't too kind and drove them away very aggressively, forbidding any kind of feeding.  Well, one of them comes back, the tone is softer, a bit pleading and I leave rice grains and egg shells. Which definitely isn't as attractive as digestive cookies.  My balcony looks colourful these days with flowers that I finally managed. Colors are superficial and flow