Gita Rajaram Ganguli nee Agrahar -
Puttur Village Puttur Karnataka
Sparrows…those small chirpy little busybodies…my friends from childhood. Our small house in Puttur, Karnataka had a verandah in the front where my father had fixed a small box for these beauties. As children, we used to observe these birds minutely- how they collected dry grass and twigs, built their nest in the box and raised small ones every few months. I was fascinated by their patience in bringing up each brood, feeding them in turns and as they grew, teaching them to fly. As each brood grew up and flew away, I am sure they were even taught to be wary of the crows and other bigger birds and reptiles.May be more than anything else it was these birds who taught me my first lesson of parent-child relation.
Sparrows…those small chirpy little busybodies…my friends from childhood. Our small house in Puttur, Karnataka had a verandah in the front where my father had fixed a small box for these beauties. As children, we used to observe these birds minutely- how they collected dry grass and twigs, built their nest in the box and raised small ones every few months. I was fascinated by their patience in bringing up each brood, feeding them in turns and as they grew, teaching them to fly. As each brood grew up and flew away, I am sure they were even taught to be wary of the crows and other bigger birds and reptiles.May be more than anything else it was these birds who taught me my first lesson of parent-child relation.
