Favourite Stories (Part 3)

 

Sharing a few thoughts on a favorite story from this book. The story's titled Birdsong at Twilight. 

“I have never heard of this odd hobby for women. Do embroidery or baking, not this silly bird-watching. People will think you are strange. Don't start bird watching and forget about the children.”

Naina, mother to nine-year old twins Radha and Ravi, gets scolded by her mother as she tries hard to catch a glimpse of a verditer flycatcher. Naina loves to watch birds, and is always armed with a pair of binoculars. The orchards with plum and peach trees washed clean by the rain, the dense forest of deodars and pine beyond her home in the mountains are very inviting, so unlike their tiny apartment in Delhi. Naina decides to take her children for a walk into the forest before it gets dark. She hopes to spot a kalij pheasant that has constantly eluded her. Her friend, single and carefree, had managed to not only spot one but capture photographs of so many other birds. Oh! how she wished she had just a day for herself, all the time bird watching and doing nothing else!

Naina turns lucky that day for she spots a kalij pheasant. But as she turns around to share her excitement with her children who had been following her, she finds herself alone. Her children are missing. Where could they go when they were behind her all along whispering things to each other? Suddenly, the emerald fortress of the forest feels incarcerating. Did the kids fall in the ravine, was there a leopard or a bear around? Extremely anxious and drenched by a wave of panic, Naina sees a male kalij pheasant walking with a female and little chicks behind him in front of her, in her full view. It feels like the bird family was mocking her.

The Himalayan barbet and whistling thrush too make an appearance before her, the bird song gets louder. All this that would have given immense joy to Naina, only feel intimidating now. She wants her children safe and back, nothing else. Of course, she spots them after a few minutes, a period that feels like a lifetime,  eating juicy wild plums merrily by the stream. And, everything ends well.

How many times have we moms wanted to have some time for ourselves, yearned for it with all our heart to do something we like? And yet when stars align or luck favours, we wish against it and want nothing of that sort. We try to cling to our interests carefully as we know how difficult the path is that separates it from our responsibilities. How hard it is, to master this act of jugglery, right ?