Shooting stars and Unicorns...

 So you got your personal time machine? That white beautiful netted suit with light blue printed flowers,  Bedazzled a bit here and there, That your mom got you stitched back when you were in school.. Or that velvet skirt and tops, a trend back then..owning that one was like a trophy.. Or that beautiful denim shirt Dad and Mom purchased for you.. Now it feels like it was the best dress you ever owned ? Back then you thought it wasn't looking great on you... Looking back at those candid, cute photos during school picnic and get-togethers with your adolescent gang..  No hand 'Victory' signs and gestures or no cheese.. Just that sparkling eyes and non-forced innocent smiles ... When photos were clicked with traditional cameras that required a film roll.. Isn't it nice we gave the negatives to develop them and treasure them still. Unlike our present day clicks that gets lost somewhere in the cloud and memory sticks and old phones..! Look at you.. How happy , smiling and che...

The leaf that she used to build a little home that keeps me panicking when I think about how fragile and not so safe it is, must be just 2 feet above the ground.. This very tiny little humming bird Mom has built a beautiful nest out of the leaf, by artisticaly and beautifuly twirling and spinning the leaf. Three little baby eggs already inside..Soon there is gonna be a beautiful family living in that little cute home making cute little noises and keeping thir tiny Mom busy altime. No matter whatever the house is made of, wherever the house is located at, how safe or unsafe it is, or big or small or rich or not so nicely decorated, yet there is no place like home.. Home isn't a place, it is infact a feeling, a place where you feel like you are accepted, loved for what you are, and that you feel that you completely belong there, where you can go back to and completely be you, lying in that bed after a hectic day.... Some feel so accepted and belonged at their own homes, for some the ...

Yesterday night, the window was flapping a bit, a thud on the glasses as if somebody is knocking to let them in, I wish it was you.....in vain I still remember the day I brought you home, you were not completely covered with feathers, must be a few months after you popped up fr and you were so little still learning to fly... I gave you to my neighbor, as I left to home, and when I came back, you were fully covered and beautiful... :-) A day after we were playing  'Hide and Seek'  for the first time with you, when we covered your face, we were uttering 'Peekaboo'. That was the first time I was spending enough time playing with you right after the lockdown. The next day as I became busy with my work but somewhere I can hear a little 'Peekaboo. You were there on the window...twittering 'Peekaboo'... That was the first time I met one talking bird. I love the way you sit by the window side, enjoying the cool breeze when your little cute crest waves along. I still...