There is a new answer a tree played for the footballers today. The sky was a discovered colour not recollected by the writer. A bee made straight zoom for my hair. The jogger jogged without his stick, first time in 6 months. A parrot flew over him. A girl found time to listen to an earthworm dig. Around bulldozer, it was silence. Not everything happened here.

The front yard of the house has grown to be a pile. The backyard has become a gift. The rooms of the house, a mirror. The kitchen, a filter. The entrance of the house stays a place. The house is still reflecting a prayer. After a family of five shifted, the house shares stories of living with dogs, cats, rats, leaves and crows. That there is life in their house even after they leave came from discovering a quadrilateral of dust. Perhaps it was the post-its revising. There was a carcass of a lizard stuck at the end of the tube light holder, light sketch of a tiger on a wall (carrying an umbrella on its head). All pieces and prominences. None which can be removed naturally: "Now" "Wake me at 4. (alternative: water bucket)" "Going to not come back" "Happy birthday Gillu" "AIIMS - 5 June" "Aipmt - 24 April" "Clat - 13 April" "Ho jaega" ...

Of what we have done to earth comes nothing close to what crows have been doing to mango trees. Waking up leaves, squatting on dish antennas and gulping water off Delhi’s terraces!!! Or squirrels plucking tail up  every time they grunt taking every grain of mango  pulp home. Just look at that rat,  how it got underground?! (to fold the roots of mango tree deeper) At least we Are facing and meeting (making) the crisis in its raw form. Look, how much the domestic pigeon shits on AC. (Inspired by Fatimah Asghar's I Don't Know What Will Kill Us First: The Race War or What We've Done to the Earth)