Every time I passed through the service road I blamed and blabbered abuses to the authorities for not giving us a smooth ride. The bumpy and muddy extension was a small side lane which would lead me to another fractured and distorted by lane of a road towards my daily commute. I often took this route while running errands of the day. One shiny bright morning I see all the rubbles cleared and a heavy thudding of road rollers dumping debris. Ahha!! Alas the road is going to have a makeover.

I continued my drive with a cheer but my psyche tried to dwell at the echoes of twittering birds that I usually met on my way through this shanty path. No sign of a single little soul? No view of those swaying colorful trees? No flocking swarm of fishing birds in the small stream that ran nearby? They were all gone. This place was home to a little marvel that ruled the water hole and trees surrounded. Flashes of those fruit and flower bearing trees also made way in these thoughts. A small world in this big concrete world was secretly nurturing hundreds of local birds and creeping animals which had vanished into thin air. The mean self within me was trying hard not be a part of this disaster in return of the demand to have just a smooth ride.

Everyday we are killing such small wonders of nature and building ourselves a habitat. Deforestation for development brings along death to these little wonder spots and the creatures depending on them are becoming extinct. Fighting a war for my rights was my need but in return I took the blame of killing a few birds’ nests too. How very significantly convenient it is!!!