Saturday, August 05, 2006

pigeons

It was dusk....and everybody were heading back home. Roads jammed with vehicles... trying to reach home before it poured down. The skies were a beautiful flesh-red in colour. She scampered home.....initially, walking quickly to aviod getting wet. Slowing her pace......she wished for a slight drizzle.....to start...it was indeed a pleasant experience to walk slowly......with the clothes a little damp.

Reaching her home...she went straight to her room. Having freshened up a little.....she ate food......without squabbling about it....to her mother's surprise. A good novel in her hand...she curled up on the bed...against the wall. The wall was provided with four windows.....with two above and the other two below....arranged in a square.

Birds returned home.......to the rain-shelters......branches of trees........roofs ......to any nook and corner which would provide them with warmth. The windows had a rain shelter.......on which landed pigeons every evening......creating terrible amounts of noise. Pigeons generally are considered as docile........cute etc. But, of late she started disliking them. They woke her up....early in the morning....with loud noises.

Having tried to shoo....them... in vain.......they had become immune to any kind of ill-treatment she metted out to them.

Novels were fun....whereby time flies.....and landed her up in front of dinner......after which she headed straight to the bed.

Pigeons were attacking her..... trying to peck at her skin. Some were indeed successful blood was dripping at many places. Trying to comprehend the situation took some time......and she started yelling..........for help.

Moments later....she got up....bathed in sweat......realising that it was bad dream after all. There was no sound absolutely from near the shelter.....and she breathed in peace.

3 comments:

Shiv said...

Pecked by pigeons !
Strange dream..
Looks like u dont like pigeons or u dont like the noises they make..

mouna said...

shiv...they are cute and all that....but they screeh and fight....i've had to wake up at 4 in the morning...because of this...and ob...anybody would not fancy being woken up at that point of time....

btw....that was my first attempt at writing a short story.....not that i've not written any...

Shiv said...

Hope to see more & more of these short stories from u..

Waking up at 4..who ever it is..cute,ugly,good,,bad..doesnt mke any difference..:))