Scribblious

Amidst this ever-changing weather, they are the only ones who keep coming back. Wanted to get rid of them eventually but they have become a part of our life which has stuck over the years when many left and lost touch. Their presence is no longer a pain. They feel familiar. As usual, they have found a place in our house for themselves to hammer their tents and continue the cycle of life. The same spot at which they always strive to make a nest. They will breed the new ones and the children will grow up and eventually fly away. Leading their own lives, forgetting the hand that fed them. They will then join the finite marathon of life. It’s this very strange behaviour that perplexes me. Most of the animals have a lifelong intertwined sense of family and attachment. But they seem to follow some different concept of life. They are different than the most. I wonder if their petit body accommodates’s a heart inside! Maybe it does. Maybe that’s why they have a