It all started with the birds. They occupied my home first. We obliged gladly, giving a little space. For a long time everything went on well. Then started the ‘invasions’. One of the pigeons that had housed in my home seem to have turned very aggressive. I have given them enough space but they are demanding more. The niche just above the kitchen stove is a place I like them to spare, but they are resisting all my attempts to displace them. I try to shoo them away, they kick some twigs and leaves into my kitchen. Another one is rearing its babies at my window sill, just arms distance away from the wash basin. It seems hardly worried or frightened by us taking a look at its small ones at times.
Recently I found that more and more creatures barging in. During heavy rains a tiny yellow bird just little more than the size of cotton ball perches on the TV wire beside my doorstep. It looks so lovable. It is our rainy day visitor.
After that comes a kitten, which strayed into our compound. It was adopted by all the kids of my home and around and kept on our terrace. ‘Snow flake’, as they named it, had a pampered life running around the terrace, enjoying the milk and bread extended to it lovingly by the kids.
Another recent instance was that of a huge monkey, scary, with long tail and grumpy mood. It was not the regular ones that we spot here. “Careful, there is a monkey at your doorstep”, I got a warning call from my mom-in-law as I was at home recuperating from a mild illness. I peeped out it was sitting near the window, the very sight created a flutter. It roamed around the place for some time and left. All these made me ask jokingly “What do these creatures think this is? An ark?”