Feather

A feather that strayed into my kitchen one night

A feather strayed into my kitchen one night. From where it came and to which bird it belongs I am not sure. My children found it very lovely. For them it was something unusual, they spot birds but feathers are rarely found over here.

Earlier in my village I have seen people using feather as an ear bud when it itches. Some use it to apply medicines on wounds.  Much before that, ie. in ancient times feathers were used as pens by sages and writers. It later gave way to pencils and pens. 

I happened to come across this word -  pteronophobia- fear of feathers. But I couldn't find a word for the hobby of collecting feathers.

The Planet Belongs to Whom?

It is an argument. I came across a caption “We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors; we borrow it from our children.”  The irony is- it was printed on a polybag. What do they really mean? Plastic bags are very harmful- if not checked it will choke the earth. When we look around, can we see anything pristine in nature?

                                              A Journey to the interiors

                           

  Destination-Limpid Stream

                                                          A thrilling moment

 My children long to go to my village during summer holidays, so that they can watch the ‘wonder’ called nature. They are lucky when compared to many city dwelling children who haven’t seen the beauty of nature. The current generation seems to be more aware of the consequences of ruthless developments and exploitations that are fast depleting nature’s bounty. I get an advice or two from my children on environmental education. They have the right to do so as the future belongs to them and their progenies.