This short video I took of cuckoo's touching notes, from my balcony.
U is for uncrowned:
Cuckoo is the uncrowned queen of singing birds.
I've been in the midst of Shivalik hills for three weeks now. The summer heat in the plains was intense and unbearable. So we came here.
Since our arrival here, I have experienced many pleasurable surprises. The most signifying one is, listening to the adoring cuckoo’s magical notes early in the morning. In fact, cuckoo’s melody comes as a blessing extraordinaire. It seems to convey, “Wake up, abandon lethargy and enjoy my song.” I do listen to her.
Cuckoo is the uncrowned queen of singing birds.
I've been in the midst of Shivalik hills for three weeks now. The summer heat in the plains was intense and unbearable. So we came here.
Since our arrival here, I have experienced many pleasurable surprises. The most signifying one is, listening to the adoring cuckoo’s magical notes early in the morning. In fact, cuckoo’s melody comes as a blessing extraordinaire. It seems to convey, “Wake up, abandon lethargy and enjoy my song.” I do listen to her.
It is on a breezy cool
day that she is unstoppable. Her full-throated
ease in crooning, goes on until the heat of the sun teases her. Thereafter, she
disappears mysteriously for a siesta to reappear in the evening. Her morning
rendezvous has distinct proximity to my dwelling unit. It is evident from the
unpolluted clear notes stirring my resting sensibilities.
She is elusive like a
celebrity, though. Perches patiently in the thick foliage hidden from the prying
gaze. I have failed to capture her image so far. However, her magical
musicality remains pronounced above the cacophony of all worldly noises. My
words celebrate her sonorous notes.
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| This one i took from my archives. In a pensive mood? |
If nature has deprived her of good looks, it has amply
compensated her. It has endowed her with amazing richness of voice and poignant
pitch in rendering those lyrical notes.
She does not boast of a guru or gharana for her talent. Her
mentors seem to be the aromatic cool breeze and cloudy skies. They send their
invite to her through the wafts of wind. Then she comes flying high.
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| From my archives again.Waiting for the right place to enjoy the delicacy in her beak. |
Her sweet singing is inspired and inspiring. It takes the
corroding blues away in a moment. Sometimes I think, she is a lonely soul and
these notes are a call to her wayward partner to consummate the passion she has
nurtured for him. Or maybe the song is a release for her grief after facing
desertion. Or it is a call to suffering humanity down under to unshackle the
constraints and enjoy gifts of life. It keeps me guessing!
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