Survivors

I spied a pale green parrot, dive into the black bole of a huge tree beak first , early in the morning . This tree isn't in a temple compound in some remote village , where the traffic is only a stray dog or a passing cycle or buried in groves and glades in the country side with very little human habitations,but in the heart of the city where the roar of traffic is like a sonic boom and the pollution level that is measured in suspended particle etc, etc, that goes beyond my head , is one of the highest in the country!

Groups of parrots were creating a merry racket over tree tops,audible only because traffic is light early in the day, whilst squirrels scurried across the busy road scampering precariously over branches describing long arches over the tumultuous street below with the leaves forming a shimmering green brocade jacquard canopy.

And honey bees hovered around pink panneer roses , white Sampangi's and aromatic jasmine flowers , strung into garlands by flower sellers at the temple gates at the same road, undeterred by the risk of being squashed or transported away to places far from their hives , along with the flowers packed into plastic covers and handed over!

These tiny animals so pleasant to the eye are perfectly at home in these thunderous envirionments and have been raising families in succession dating from and lasting to several generations without any apparent mutations!

The wonder of life!