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 a violent struggle, and the parent pigeons sat beside the corpses. I don’t know if pigeons feel grief, but I have not seen the birth of any baby pigeons after that. They no longer sit on the spot where their babies died, despite my cleaning after them. There are no attempts to build a nest again. They just occupy the edge of the window pane, and coo with a relatively lower energy.
I don’t know why, but I wanted to share this here.
I joined SP before my college began in 2015, and I am about to wrap it up in a few months. The fact that I am still here is nothing but a successful failure. I got that from my favorite movie, Apollo 13. But, I do want to say that I could not have survived this far without the friends I made here. I have lost touch with all of them over a period of time, barring one. I regularly check in and read the posts, hoping to spot any familiar usernames. However, a part of me also wants not to, for I hope they are better now, either in their lives, or beyond.
To the rest of you: Hi, and good morning. See you around.