A blindspot in flight.

Here in the Himalaya, in the upper-Manali valley, as I’m facing and looking at my favourite sight, the magnificent Friendship Peak mountain, a crow flies into my vision, flying from the mountain and towards me, a blindspot in my view of the mountain, I see him from the front, a vague shadow with flapping wings, and I see no other birds, I even forget to see the mountain as my gaze shifts to the blindspot, the bird itself, as I see him come so close and then pass over my head as if he was signalling to join him, then he takes a gentle turn towards the south-west, so I see him from the side like a plane, a pocket-sized Airbus A380 powerfully swinging the wings, I almost wanted to give him a push, I almost wanted to join him.

A memory from 18 December 2021 at 3:47 pm in Vashisht, Himachal Pradesh, India.

November 4, 2022