Hawks

Last Sunday I was sitting alone on the terrace. Suddenly my eyes chanced upon something that brought back...or rather took me back 10 years. Hawks. Now at school i was probably the most ellonesome boy in the class. and what i did for a pasttime. I watched hawks. From the tall 4-storyed building roof i looked at the hawks flying at my height..below me. maybe because of my short height I had a fascnation with birds. there was something majestic about the way they swooped down and with surgical precision gracefully lifted the tiffins from the hands of the hapless children. I had been a victim 2 times..once one of them tore my fingers with its iron talons. I devoted 2 years of my school tiffin life to looking at them. In the end I could truly feel like I knew them. I knew when one would attack, I could recognise their calls. And more importantly they let me watch them from quite near distances. Strangely it gave a satisfaction of sorts when the birds did not fly away when I went near them.

Then after school I got no scope for this strange pastime....gradually i forgot all about my adopted community. Now again when I saw that bird flying high above me I thought how easily I could forget what i put so much time into...

Mowing the lawn

Now a word about the title...i dont have a lawn..i dont have a mower..i am not selling stuff. Then why the fancy title?
Just for the heck of it and coz it describes my actions now. This is a post after a span of 5 months. Every day of these months have had something new in store for me. Really I dont know how much I have changed from the person that left Rourkela. But i have and how....this will become clear after i have mowed the lawn.....:)