Sky needs a bird
Bird needs a tree
Tree needs a courtyard
Courtyard needs a home
Home needs two eyes,
One eye should have tears of happiness,
The other eye should have the grains of affection,
And everything, everything including the sky should fit in the both eyes.
This all should reside within me, is my soul purpose of existence.
I am a relaxed, peaceful bit of space.
My soul is not alone the walls, the roof, the floor
but the divine energy that it will carry to bring life to its utmost level.
I am Pashchima
Seven to Eight years have passed by, and I have flourished on this vastu opine undesirable 400 sq.m. triangular piece of land.
My belief is to merge with nature, incorporate all living things existing into my being.
Also, call it my perseverance, I insist, materials used to create me should be natural and less energy consuming.
My soul existence should not wander about only inside the closed walls,
but amalgamate with the cosmos, creating a divine abode as if it is an integral part of that whole.
My inner self is inspired by the outer and the inner surroundings which together create endless ripples, rhythm and a sense of belonging.
My persona should cause delight, elate, creating strong bonds between every soul existing within me
which also forms a part of my values.
The surrounding sparse barren land is slowly blossoming with flora and fauna is becoming a part of my whole being.
Around twenty species of birds reside here in my expanse.
Many of the birds' perch on the branches and have laid their nests giving rise to their successors.
This type of symbiotic relationship between the trees and the birds enables growth in number of their species in and around the arena.
Apparently, along with these, small insects,
butterflies too, help to create a biodiversity inside this small space.
My inner planning is done in a such a simple way that it is easily able to communicate with the outdoor space.
Being simple, small birds like
sparrows
Robin
bulbul
are free to soar in the surroundings, perch inside or outside.
The efflorescence of trees like Nilmohar, Bahava, Kanchan, Taman elates me.
Every season has something new in for its show, which has an overwhelming joy in store for me.
I am a mere part of this whole institution and just a medium.
A medium to channelize energy to the surroundings, creating a habitat for flora and fauna. Seeing them in my environment delights me.
We all have become a single entity as if we all are painted in a colour that doesn't distinguish us.
Weaver bird is known to stay away from human settlement. But here you can find 8-10 nests,
which means they are trying to inhabit and willing to bring their successors in this place of happiness.
The bulbul and sparrow population has grown tremendously which is felt due to their continuous chirp.
The parakeets visit the garden three to four times a year without fail to savour the delicious seedpod of the Barbados flower fence.
The real home of the common moorhen is the waters, but she makes a visit here and lays her eggs and nurtures her babies.
And sometimes when she returns to the water, even I feel I am bathing in the water.
. Along with these tiny birds- white eye, even I feel tiny and so close to nature.
Shikra, is a hunter bird often visits and savours other small birds.
It is in charge of a well-functioning food cycle.
Squirrels are a sport to see. They jump , hide, here and there.
Seeing them unexpectedly is a delight for that particular moment.
These birds singing and chattering, is the soul reason, I rise up in the morning.
In this waking up ritual of melodious morning,
sometimes Robin sings along with everyone else.
And sometimes Jungle Mynah timidly helps me through my soulful poems.
Basking under the newly risen sun
I feel the sun rays mingle in my being.
The leaves too cherish the sunlight,
Leaving me happy with the bond being reaped.
I feel the breeze caressing me,
Twirling the leaves, as she passes through them.
Not understanding, If the breeze disguise the leaves or the leaves mask the breeze.
But leaves me happy with the bond being reaped.
Witnessing my tall and dense trees spreading,
Bulbul finding an abode here,
Pecking at the luscious cherry,
Leaves me happy for the bond being reaped.
Merging with the dark shades of blue sky,
Swinging along the Bahava tree,
I too swing steadily to the hymn of the bee,
Leaving me happy with the bond being reaped.
In this momentary game,
I am confused weather I am into them Or they are a part of me,
This essence of confusion colors my world,
But I am happy to experience it.
But I am happy to experience it.
Most of the roofing material used are cement sheets
thoughtfully covered with now three year old thatch.
A number of tiny creatures reside within the thatch eventually becoming prey to the varied bird species.
For example : Common Myna
Shrike
Bee eater
Hoopoe
Mean while some other birds are seen relishing their rooftop sunbath.
And just like that, a visitor Hoopoe meets a Squirrel,
and after a brief enquiry they en route their own path.
The Purple Rumped Sunbird nurture their children in nests built with electrical cables.
Fantal Flycatcher are also seen setting up their nest and proceeding the heredity.
Some frequently seen companions in the arena
Ashy Prinia
Tailor Bird
Magpie Robin
Kingfisher
Brahmani Mynah
Jungle Mynah
Tit
Crow pheasant
Bat
Munia
Many a times people often ask, how has this become possible?
Even we have cultivated gardens.
But this garden is not cultivated, but left natural.
It was encouraged to grow by itself taking natural forces into charge.
Tiles were not installed everywhere,
but shrubs were planted.
Neither the branches of the trees were lumbered nor were they given any shape.
Water was made available throughout the 12 months.
My form and facade were made such that they amalgamate with nature.
Shrubs and plants were encouraged that attracted numerous birds.
It may be my love towards nature and empathy
that the living creatures also found peace and a sense of security here in my expanse.
because
The joy of life is nothing but the happily co- existing with other living beings
Om, May All become Happy,
May All be Free from Illness.
May All See what is Auspicious,
May no one Suffer.
Om Peace, Peace, Peace.
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