It’s 7 in the morning, here.
I am the only one awake in the hostel. There is a pigeon outside my window. Usually, his coo-ing wakes me up, but for the past several days, it indicates my bed time. He first arrived in my third year of college. I found it rude and impolite to prevent him from building a nest outside my window. His love interest joined him soon, and there was a (presumably) happy family within some 2 weeks of their arrival.
I stayed out one night, and found the baby pigeons dead on my arrival the next morning. There were signs of […]