Musings

Every evening, Mini would hold on to the banisters of her verandah and stare at the majestic eagles soaring past the ten-storeyed buiding that towered above the four-storeyed one in which she dwelt. She was delighted whenever the brown-winged bird of prey perched itself on the clothesline jutting out of her balcony. The day graciously passed on the baton to the smouldering twilight sky, which grew dimmer, serving as a cue to each household to turn on its artificial lights. The curious voyeur in Mini now explored the contents of every open window and verandah. She was quite surprised to see studious boy Titil take interest in anything other than what he did best: studying. He was one of those children who was determined to challenge the popular saying – All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy! For a boy who had hardly had any friends, his home turned into the favourite haunt for children, at least once every week. Mini binocular-ed her eyes to the best of her ability and the p...