I had a rough day. Well, honestly I am having a rough year since last year and so I have started taking and considering things by days and hours. So now I don’t ask someone on a Saturday, “how was your week?” I simply ask, “Ho was your day?” when someone asks me for a plan on a Friday, when today is still Wednesday, I reply “I’ll tell you a day prior to it.” Things have been so surprising (in a really wrong and unhappy way) that I have started dealing things one at a time, because really? Future? More unacceptable and uncertain than I thought!
So yeah, a rough day again!! Pretty mundane for me now. And returning from that rough day all I want to do is sit at home, watch that stupid TV where nothing is good on telecast, eat and go to sleep. Yeah, even if it is too early!! I am just tired.
So there I was succumbing to my mundane plan, getting into my sulky pajamas, when I heard a perky chirping somewhere around. Didn’t realize where? Didn’t give it a second thought. Ran about my chores.
I heard it again.
“What the hell? What is this noise? Can I not even sulk, in peace?” grumbled my grumpy self.
The noise stopped instantly!
I open the sandwich that I have brought myself and make some coffee.
The chirping continues.
On second thought it seemed like a wind chime. And the grouchy me hated that happy sound. What was the reason for being happy anyways?
I rush to my balcony to see if someone has put that stupid thing on again?
The chirping persists.
I try to ignore. Go back to my sandwich.
Coffee seems the only thing to stay with me.
And then even more chirping. Like a bundle of noise thrown at me. It grows louder, and even louder, so louder that I feel that it is coming from inside my house. But where from exactly? And who, let me see, has the nerve to irritate me further?
I rush to the living room, ignoring my food in the kitchen table.
Holy mother of God!!
There is a gang of birds inside my house, giving me a live performance of that twittering. I am taken by surprise. Shocked! How the hell did they come in? I mean the window is open, but they never come in. Why? How? And why today, then? And look at the audacity. The birds are not just simply sitting and flying away. Not a place for temporary rest! They are most comfortably seated, around 20 of them and are singing happy tunes at their pitch of their voices!! I am alarmed and happy at the same time. Yes, happy! Yeah, the grumpy me swiftly changes my mood from being that grumpy Ove to that smiling bird. And what voices they have, what tunes they deliver. Oh my, oh my!! And they stay.
I go closer, not fearing that they will fly away. Something tells me that they will stay. And stay they did.
I am sitting just inches away, listening to them, lost somewhere.
When I open my eyes, I feel so relieved, so much so that I haven’t felt in pretty long time. I take their presence for granted; leave to get my food and the coffee, which is turning cold. I come back to find them just as I had left them. Really?
I eat with the presence of a live band singing melodies into my ears.
After I have satisfied my hunger, I clear the plate and the cup, drop them in the sink, only to find that their voices are lowering, and they are leaving one by one. I rush back to the window.
I don’t know what tells me to do so, but in that instant I grab my phone, and click a picture. By the time I have done so, all I am left with a different click of perhaps, Mr. Coffee Hater?
Why did they leave? (Greedy much?)
Oh the melody! (Hypocrite much?)
Who needs them anyway? (Yeah, right!)
“I don’t even like wind chimes and the birds were pretty much just the same.” And with this thought I rush back to my room.
PS: If you zoom into the picture you’ll get to see the grumpy coffee hater! 😀