Udan Kabootar, Pigeon Fly
Look, Dekho
Aasman, Sky

 This was a poem that my dad would recite to my sister and me, as kids. We would be in splits, as he’d explain that this was how English was taught to them. Literal translation. Today, this fella came and somehow I went back to these lines….so just had to share. 

Figuring if his drink is ok…

Quenching thirst…notice the white end feathers 🙂

Hmmmmm the chemicals seem a tad bit lesser….

Hey paparazzi , stop following me…..



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