Mornings are a ritual. A dog in the alley corner, walks up, looks around scrambles the garbage, grabs a bone and runs away. A kid on the other corner grabs small stones to create his weapons to loot kites through the day. His mother washes her house before taking off to wash the whole neighbourhood's courtyards. A cow ambling in the middle of the alley searches for edible rotis and her child bound in the milkman's stable. I drink tea, sitting back in my balcony, after a healthy workout, waiting for breakfast. The woman enters our house, followed shortly by the kid who uses the garden pathway as his workshop, the cow looks intently as my mother walks out carrying a small bundle of uneaten rotis. The dog is hiding behind the garbage can to jump the cow, soon. I still have to finish my tea, watching as scenes mingle, revealing social animals. #ThumbSizedStories #Ep31 ANIMALS Mornings are a ritual. A dog in the alley corner, walks up, looks around scrambles the garbage, grabs a bone and runs away.
