They perch on the AC box and make annoying noises like the undisciplined pitter-patter of monsoon showers...Many times he opens the glass shutter and shoos the birds away... Sometimes they crane their necks backwards and rotate their ash coloured beaks menacingly to taunt him for sometime before flying away. At times they look into his eyes earnestly and seem to ask 'Can you love like us?' She desists everytime he asks her to ward away the birds. 'They're believed to be lucky for couples...The vahana of Rati - the goddess of love.' 'Being an educated girl of the twenty first century, how can you believe in such folklore and superstitions?', he argues...
Throughout the night the birds hold on to each other, never letting the other go; unable to see in the darkness... the sound of the flapping of wings breaking the silence of the night...The moment the first rays of sunlight dawns, they're off to their mischief again... now sitting on the AC waiting to look into his eyes and ask 'Do you really love and care for her ?' before being driven away. ... As he lies on his bed alone now watching the birds perched on the sunshade of his neighbour's flat opposite him... the birds still crane their heads back and talk to him... except that no amount of cajoling would make them come and sit on his AC anymore.
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