She was devastated by the death of her pet parrot, the one with broken wings and no tail at all, that she and her mother had rescued from the patch of green while scores of the parrot family screeched angrily overhead about three years ago. Back from school, when she had to be told, I had to hold her tightly to stop the shivering and the unbounded flow of tears and to feed her in easy morsels ...
And then, she went on the roof, sitting on the parapet wall. Keeping watch from a safe distance, I could almost see the flight path of her thoughts, remembering those moments with the parrot on her shoulders and pecking at the phone screen, the mirror and then, going to sleep with the parrot at a nibbling distance from her head
Finally, she seemed to be reconciled with her loss. Dreamy eyed.
My daughter, Krishnakali. Tinni