It hung in the air.
Just off Juhu Beach near a star hotel – a bird on a wire. It’s feet, caught in the string of a kite that was also hanging from a cable wire. An ordinary dove – nothing special. It looked youngish – but I couldn’t really tell at such a distance. It doesn’t matter. It was dead. Like the kite. And the wire.
I blamed the bird.
How dare it dolid this! Imagine trying to fly in the open skies so polluted, you couldn’t even see the damned sky! That it could soar without a care, while kids laced the kite string with glass shards to cut, compete and conquer. There was a time for them to fly – between 2 to 5 in the night. Didn’t they know that?
Now there was all this ruckus. People clamouring for selfies – creating a traffic scene. Someone would call the fire brigade, since the cops at the police chowky were watching the scene unfold. The BMC staff was too busy clearing a sea of rubbish – no time for a silly bird. Most probably it would be the hotel staff who would clean up – they wouldn’t want a guest to see this view – at least for too long. Oh, the trauma! But not before the local cable guys would cover the situation and tell the locals of the mishap and the kite festival that recently got over. About what the wire was doing there – was it even legal?
And then it happened.
A sea bird swooped down, snooped around, swung close before going, “Nah – too much effort”, and flew off. After all, it was a dead bird versus a kite string versus a cable wire. It flew away searching for other birds of prey.
And life went on.