This ‘sooty-headed’ bulbul has been singing outside my bedroom since early morning. Her long whistles today, punctuated with shorter dips, have a lilt of pain, of loss or physical discomfort. “Are you cold ? Come right in”, I invited her and opened the bedroom door offering an unripe guava from our tree. She looked around and believe me she blushed turning her face away. Look at her closely she has the extra flush of colour under her puffy eyes. Cutester.
Ankahi. Unsaid. 
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