The visitor

Thinking about the ubiquitous crow on Makar Sankranti on the 14th of January every year has been a habit that has stayed with me since childhood. It has been a family custom to feed the crow on this day. Delicacies are prepared at home and small portions are put out in gardens, terraces and these days on the window sills to invite the crow (on other days he’s mostly shooed away if he dares to come there!). Its black color and shrill voice has never been welcomed much. One is attracted to the bright green and red colored parrot, the squeaky, small sparrow or the gentle looking pigeon but never to an ordinary looker – a crow! But on this day of the year he’s in great demand. We have all grown up hearing the story “The thirsty crow” and admiring his intelligence and perseverance but have not been able to make him our favorite. Maybe, the physical features dominate our fondness….Human beings have plenty of biases, but the coming back of the crow to our gardens, terraces and window sills every year on this day is a lesson in faith and love (or the lure of delicious food, I am not sure!) and a proof that his breed is beyond any bias. Whatever be the reason, this visitor on this day sure makes you feel good and brings a smile.

 

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2 thoughts on “The visitor

  1. I feel sometimes man made good or bad association with any object, creature, situation has a powerful influence on us and we start seeing, feeling and behaving according to it. I am sure if crow was associated with something nice, it would be treated like any other beautiful bird. I actually like its body’s colour combination!

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