Mis_understood

“Is it so bad then to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood”…

“Crows never stopped crowing since this morning, Didn't I tell you, someone is coming home for lunch?” said Mom, looking at the sky. “I need to cook an extra cup of rice” . However, when at times nobody showed up, the street dog (I and my sister had named him Dev ) enjoyed an extra meal.

I haven't seen too many crows in the place I reside. Anyway, nowadays guests sound you before they visit. The cell phone has come in handy, guests can now contact even on their way.

On the twelfth day, after grandma left for heavenly abode, Uncle took a clean banana leaf and served on it the best of all dishes prepared on that occasion. He then placed the leaf on the compound wall. He folded his hands to pray and then waited for a crow to take the servings ...

A friend told me that he enjoyed taking photographs of Crows. He felt that it was the most misunderstood of all the birds. They can be great friends if we took some time for them … (The above photograph is taken by him and it is named 'The Pensive Crows')

Seemingly trivial events, like the one involving crows and guests, have a common place with Mom till date. Yesterday I called her to tell, "I am coming home" and immediately she says, “I thought so, my friend has been crowing the whole day today on the kitchen window“...