February 14. “Button, why do people all over the world celebrate February 14?”
“It’s Valentine’s Day and people celebrate love. Happy Valentine’s Day.”
“It’s Valentine’s Day and people celebrate love. Happy Valentine’s Day.”
“Must be somewhat similar to a hi-five?”
“Button, Dost’s reaction in seeing it was: This must be the most apt description of our relationship!”
“Button, do you think these crows and our pets, Mowgli and Mojo, have worked out a deal between themselves where, for a drink of water from the birdbath on the terrace, these birds fetch for them either some meat or a chicken bone to chew?”
“Button, Kottarapattu Chattu Kuttan: three guesses what this is!
Some regional recipe–no! The name of a place in India– no! A botanical name for a kind of tree/plant– a big NO!”
Button, here’s Dost’s rejoinder to the starling murmuration where he’s telling me: “Suppose we both were starlings doing our acrobatics up there in the sky and, suppose you were married to some other starling, I would still love and lust for you!”
The visual is of a sad little puppy sitting beside its dead mother who was killed because of rapid development at Uran in Navi Mumbai.”
“I did, Button. And what are you doing looking out of that window with a whistle between your lips?”
“In fact, I had a lovely day. I also loved the way you hugged me this morning and greeted me. Thank you so much.”
“Seeing her, I felt awful that I had scared her.”
“And did you apologize?”