'S' is for 'squirrels'
Yes, they are not simply my friends but
worthy ones at that. In fact, about them, I can say ‘a friend in need is a
friend indeed.’ Here, I must tell you that it is not that my liking for them has
sprung out of the blue. It is decades old and thrived all along. The difference is: now I’ve started communicating the soft
corner I nurture for them, in words as well as by imprisoning them in my camera,
with tons of patience. They are so vivacious and ardent in their sprints that a
single good shot is a filtered one from among many discards. I've written a couple of eulogies on them since I started blogging.
Just see, how beautiful it looks gliding
down the 'Neem' tree across our boundary wall. The furry grey tail, the
clear brown and white stripes on the back, tiny eyes and aquiline nose turn it
into a designer’s delight. It is a marvel of nature, the way it infects
you with the joyous liveliness of its bearing. It is apparently impossible to articulate
its nimbleness and carefree persona.
Sometimes in the park, on a breezy, bright and sunny morning, I encounter them gamboling on the sidewalk and note their prompt
jumps on the nearby trees, as my footfalls caution them. I keep watching their
amusing and spirited capers in front of me. How they mesmerize with their
ferocious mobility, which make them so distinctive and lovable creatures.
They do make me ponder about our loaded lives,
beset with existential dilemmas. In addition, the compounding tensions of our
daily lives compares poorly with their boundless vitality and goodness.This
special gift of nature enlivens our environs by its uninhibited motion and
enviable freedom. A quarter of an hour spent in their blissful company during
my walk in the park, sets a melange of positive vibes for the whole day.
Friends,welcome here as always!
