It’s Monday morning. This day comes after a lovely weekend in Pune – where we lay in dribbles of warm sunshine in crisp, cold mornings. And took a late night walk under a full moon. And got dressed to eat chocolate cake and celebrate J’s birthday. And snuggled under thick blankets and slept like children.
This morning, perched on the window ledge of my office pantry, was a big eagle. Its lush thick feathers seemed to have rolled in a palette of taupe and russet and then gently dusted with flecks of burnt sienna and gold. It devoured a dead animal meticulously.
Majestic - this cryptic harbinger for the week ahead.
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