17feb 2021
The parrots fly high in the sky, screaming and shouting excitedly.. seemingly purposefully.. maybe to an undefined destination.. but filling their journey with teasing laughter, playing catch and guessing games, breaking into exhilarated patterns stretched across the sky.. making one wonder what they rush towards.. a food station.. or morning prayers.. bathing grounds.. or meeting hall.. parrot town or marketplace.. the flowers smile at this questioning look.. compelling an involuntary grin.. answering in the language of silence.. with hues of happiness and love seamlessly spoken by all three.. making the sky join in.. with a glowing response..
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