The rising sun welcomed the early risers to the abode where aves from around the world come to inhabit.
.The Mind was still, where thoughts and scenes went in like a gentle bird, spreading its wings slowly and gently. There was blooming of a happy humor as if awakening from a silent dream filled with numbness.
Along the long paths on both the sides, the grand trees shone green. While, the aged ones brilliantly portrayed their selves on which they have been working for years. Their profuse chaotic branching against the morning sun made the heart race and poured in magic in the air. Their pride shone with tenderness.
So, it all started with the ride on our bicycles on narrow roads meant for the disturbers of this hub. The rule one had to follow was co-existence. Nobody wants intruders in their harmonious home. Being the guests we were supposed to accept this rule. I knew our presence there was nothing but a disturbance for these non-human beings, but it is always exciting to see the other inhabitants of earth , experience their understanding of nature and the reason behind their existence and draw similarities and differences.
I expected the cloud in my head, which had started to shadow my stand points to clear. I wanted to remind myself about everything that I forgot because of the rigorous pace of life. There were questions when I began my journey. I couldn’t find the answers to all, but I am sure my perspectives have widened.
When did the migratory birds find the path to this place? Was it an accident, a fortunate one ? Why did they not decide to die in the Siberian cold but decided to flee the dire conditions and settle for a temporary home away from home? Are they home- sick initially?
What if the next time they come, they find the place completely destroyed? Will they go back? Such fragile relations have been sustained in nature for so much time. It took a lot of years to arrive at the settings we see today. And what we humans do is first understand their various behavior, then look for the pivots that can be manipulated, then they attach the puppet strings to them so that they could decide their fate.
My heart was in chaos when I started the journey. There was anger, fear and grief. The melancholy breath of nature united with my breath and I felt suction, of all the anxiety, and left me with a lasting sense of tranquility.
The color they displayed and the shapes and sizes they came in reminded me of the simple fact that although they are different they are still the same. Humans share something similar.
The tickling whisper of the birds awoke all my senses and made me want to join in their conversation. But, Alas! I knew nothing about what they were talking about. It’s pretty amazing how these tiny creatures create a bedlam pleasant to the ears.
The Lake had its own story to narrate. Home to about 35 kinds of fishes and other algae, it serves the tired birds from far off lands. The Intermingling of the water body and these birds was a sight worth viewing. The kingfisher diving, the snake bird drying its wet wings, the stork waiting still on one leg, the Eagle sitting high and the ducks ducking to catch fish and everything was happening on this wide lake. Intensely immersed in this beautiful scenario I became a part of it, with my mind and body registering the delicious sight peace.
I had my story to tell these birds. I wanted them to hear me. I was in love with a human being. Well, Love is a very odd experience. It makes one brave and coward at the same time. Brave enough to bare oneself to the potential better half. And it makes you a coward who is in constant underlying fear of some unknown.
I did not have to voice my story; they seemed to know it all along. They went on listening to my silent sound and kept doing what they were doing. Great listeners.
The deer family felt weird about the constant intrusions and stares from the onlookers. They looked perplexed but didn’t seem to fear them. The jackal came to play with his pals (the boar and deer) but ran away seeing me get closer to their playground. I wanted to play with them and I wish I had some means to convey that to them.
All the animals of this Kheoladeo kingdom appeared to me as one big happy family in about 29 sq. km. wide home. They were contended with the resources and the mutual understanding united these beings. They were co-existing and living.