A concrete floor cut into square pieces by red-oxide slabs.Then the smooth red tiles and then white marble floor.A placidness that meets each step, however grinding. An urge to learn an attitude.

The blue pigeons watching over their eggs over the walls of the old deep well.Unruly brats throwing stones over, setting the pigeon couple wildly crooning. A laugh over the excitement of an adventure.Discreetness yet to be learnt.

The long stretch of green paddy fields against the falling dusk.A slimy creature without legs crawl over the feet.I freeze till the coldness passes leaving behind a dread. Danger has its thrills!
An afternoon under the drying mango tree,parrots quarrelling over a fruit.I return home with a handful of pale-green feathers.There is treasure in a wreckage.

A blind rage and a furious fight.A bleeding arm for my brother, besides a treat of chocolate held fast in my fist.Retribution has its share of hurt.