The Robin is the One

The Robin is the One
That interrupt the Morn
With hurried – few – express Reports
When March is scarcely on –

The Robin is the One
That overflow the Noon
With her cherubic quantity–
An April but begun –

The Robin is the One
That speechless from her Nest
Submit that Home – and Certainty
And Sanctity, are best
(The Robin is the One by Emily Dickinson)

In my mother's garden

(All photographs by Anvita Lakhera.)
Just a few minutes away from the glitzy towers and the decadent malls of Gurgaon is my mother's garden. A few square feet of plants and trees that is home to what seems like a million birds, especially when one is nursing a bad jet lag. Ah! The joy of waking up with the sun and watching them sing their hearts out.