“It’s that guy”. “Sh…, he is looking at us”, “No buddy; he is looking at those pinkies… when no one else is there, they think they are the most charming flowers”. “Forget that chap and those seasonal flowers… what shall we have for supper?” The elderly bird put an end to gossips and they settled down the pre-supper devotional songs. With their limited vocabulary they could communicate freely, no matter whether we could make anything out of it or not. Any way, I could understand their language!
It was a glorious evening and I was on the look out for the right spot from where I can watch the setting sun and the multi coloured sky. But, the serene and calm spot chosen by me suffered a set back when some youngsters from a construction site appeared suddenly. One of them sang a familiar hit song while the rest danced. It was a folk song on money and its power. They must have received their weekly wages that evening! I guessed.
Indeed I missed the sun set but had some fun instead.