Tuesday, 13 June 2023

Tataya and Pitambar (Miracles of nature )

 "Why do you think we are vulnerable ?" 

Tatya had a full meal of nectar from the frangipani and hibiscus flowers , and was sounding mildly drunk . His voice slurred . Reclining on a branch , he had his legs folded over his yellow and black abdomen and was giving Pitambar his "hundred eyed stare ." 

"because we can be crushed , eaten , pulverised , decimated , by anything that moves or flies or walks . " Pitambar was in a bad mood . He had probably encountered a bird or an army of ants on his way up here . 

 Without moving a muscle , Tatya replied , "look around you . "

 They were seated on a silk cotton tree , under the blistering forenoon sun of midsummer . The bark of the branch was quite bumpy , but Pitambar daren't say that . Tatya was in a fierce positive" vibe " mood . He was likely to launch into his favourite see-the -positive -side-of -things tirade . 

"What ?" Pitambar couldn't find anything out of the ordinary . 

Tatya let out a very long , injured sigh . 

"The leaves , Pits , see the leaves . " 

Pitambar looked around him wearily . The leaves were green . Plenty 
"What about them ?" 

" What about them ? They are pale green , freshly sprouted . New borns ." Tatya shoved his face into Pitambar's , in a show of mock- school- boyish aggression . As it is , all his conversations sound like high school debates . Pitambar thought . 

" and .....? " Pitambar knew Tatya needed to be goaded to say the punch line . 

"So , they are against the sun . " 

Then it hit Pitambar . The leaves were translucent , parrot green , standing upto the might of the blazing sun . It was a miracle indeed. 

"They'll probably wilt by today evening . Poor guys . "  Pitambar shook his head with dismay at the tree's decision to expose its babies to the harshest sun of the year . 

"Probably , probably not . Look " Tatya pointed skywards . Rolling clouds of grey black colour had begun forming on the western half of the sky , slowly , but surely lumbering in . 

"Monsoon is almost here . Probably the nature is not so dumb as we think it to be . The tree knows what is it doing exactly ." 

"Now hear . "  Tatya had perked up his ears and went silent . 

Pitambar could hear the loud crickets humming , that's all . That , and the hum of fruitflies feasting on fallen mangoes in the field . 

Suddenly , a sharp metallic "cheep " broke the air . Then other , another . Pitambar looked at Tatya , alarmed , ready to take flight . If it was a bird close by , better take flight . As his parents warned him always . 

"Relax , it is the sunbird . It is looking for a place to make a nest , hence very busy . Anyway , they drink nectar , not eat insects . " 
"So , we  are competition ,right ?. " Pitambar pointed to his chest . Feeling very much like the insect he was . 

" Okay , okay . they do get very hungry during ......" The purple black psychedelically coloured bird flew in at super speed and sat on the edge of a large hibiscus sitting , not two feet from the friends . It was amazing , a tiny bird producing a metallic sound so sharp , that it cleaves the air of the entire forest . 

" Now , we will slowwwly move away . " Tatya whispered and the two friends , crawled and flew to safety ,  within inches of death . 


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