
Music to the ears
The Hindu
Though it seemed like far-fetched idea, Ansh was determined to see that the sparrows returned
It was almost evening when Ansh and his parents arrived at their ancestral home in Kalyani, a small town surrounded by villages. His parents had returned to their motherland a decade after his birth.
“Cheep-cheep-cheep,” chirped Ansh, buoyantly as he helped his parents with the luggage.
“Did my stories bore you?” asked his father, sounding a bit crestfallen.
“I love your sparrow stories, dad,” replied Ansh, careful not to hurt his father’s sentiments. “I can’t wait to hear them announce daybreak. Just like they did when you were a boy.”
Inhaling deeply, his father mused, “How did I survive all these years without visiting home?”
“You survived on my homemade pickles and poppadoms,” replied Dadiji. “We made sure to bring you a taste of home every time we visited you.”
“If it had been possible, Dadiji would have brought you a sparrow or two, I’m sure,” quipped Ansh, as his grandmother engulfed him in a bear hug.