Wandering back in memory lane I remember visiting the desert farms with Dadu, to feed grains to the peacocks and see them dance with full colour on.
In the summer vacations , it was a custom to visit Rajasthan with dadu and we were so fond of sleeping under the nacked sky 🌌 on the roof . In the morning we used to get up by the sounds of chirping of birds and screaming of Peacocks.
They used to shed their feathers and we used to collect them to take along .
This was a very usual scene around , Peacoks were seen dancing and screaming in the groups , today they are afraid of us .
They are invisible ,because Human being have become their enemies .
People are killing them for their meat and beautiful feathers, instead of collecting them when they shed .
This time I was lucky to have a glance of few of them .
Those have just become memories now as we don’t get to see either of them, Dadu, farms and peacocks. “Nivedita “