Notes From Qutub

It is a beautiful Sunday morning.

Though the digi-clock displays 11, it's cloudy and gentle breeze is in play.

The peepul tree has begun to sport green leaves.

Until a few weeks ago, it sported M S Dhoni's post-World Cup look (totally shaven head, with not a tinge of hair on his scalp!).

Now, the Almighty is infusing life into it with green shoots.

God's ways of making you shed your past forcefully and thus prepare you for new things in life is amazing.

All of a sudden, the peepul tree has lost all of its leaves - giving a ghost look.

When I bought this 4th floor flat, one of the reasons was this tree. Its leaves were at my eye level where I sit and punch in this blog on my laptop.

Along with the trees came the monkeys as well.

Have a lost of a couple of pens and a favourite compass, gifted by a geologist-friend several years ago.



This forced me to barricade myself inside a cage!

While the monkey is free to move around in natural surroundings, I got caged!

Role reversal.

Well, it does not monkeys don't visit me.

They do on a regular basis.

From the front door, a pair of dogs keep gazing at us from night to dawn and leave only after they are fed with milk, moneys are bit a cagey.

They keep hopping in and out.

This morning, one young sibling jumped around the balcony from outside and got its quota of chivda and peanuts.

Feeding animals - dogs and monkeys - is very invigorating.