Three crows to caw.

Sometimes, that sweet singing of a koel is not sweet but annoying. So much so that I want three crows to caw right in her face.

Not the koel’s fault perhaps. I am here living in a city and dreaming of waking up in a village. I am here and yet not here.

[Originally written on 17 June, 2019 in the morning in Pune, India]

Date

25 November 2022

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