MOTHERHOOD

           These days I am engrossed with nature’s play of regeneration. A brown coloured bird, maina, had laid five eggs, in the ventilator of my toilet. The mother always took me as intruder and raised alarm each time I entered the toilet. I was not lesser happy than the mother, when one after another, five small featherless birds came out of the eggs. Their arrival has made the environment colourful. At every slightest sound they happily chirp raising their heads, opening their tiny yellow coloured beaks wide and stretching their necks, as long as they can. Their eyes are still close their bodies are growing golden feathers, slowly golden colour is converted in to grey but their wings are still like small arms though each day the feathers on them are denser. Their mother brings food for them which, mostly consists of insects and larvae. They rejoice her arrival by shouting. She breaks the food into pieces and distributes it to everyone, evenly. I silently watch the show of love and affection as inside being dark it’s not possible for the mother to see me, Thanks to wire-mesh fitted in the ventilator. I can have closer look of the nest kept in five feet some inches high ventilator. Whenever i enter the toilet the small bird shout thinking me to be their mother but mother isn’t relying on me she makes noise to keep me away, if she caches me ‘red handed’ perhaps she has doubts on my intentions. I wonder how a mother protects and cares for her children for their security she doesn’t trust anyone. Motherhood is a gift which God has bestowed only on females, males of all species can be envious of it. But I salute you motherhood.