Neelkanth Sings On The Back Of My House.

By Prateek Srivastava

Neelkanth sings on the back of my house.inherited from the elderly, the source of oxygen, the storehouse of fruits, and with it the childhood memories were lost. Now when the storms used to come, the children & oldmen used to close their windows and the doors of the house leaving the running to pick fruits. Instead of bringing water from wells and rahats to pots, water from hand pumps and electric motors was now used. The children no longer bathed in the pond puddle or used to catch fish. Respected villagers had forgotten to respect Mother Nature in the pursuit of becoming advanced and urban. It seemed that in the pursuit of ending antiquity, these sophisticated people would end their own lives.

If there is criticism, there is also praise.

If there is destruction, there is also a recommendation for creation.

Yes.

This is nature. When it is happy, it automatically restores itself.

It's about 2021. There was a boy who lives in the city, one day he came to his village.

There was a peepal tree on a high mound of soil at the western end of his house. Exactly a similar tree used to wave its glory in the eastern direction of his house.

One collapsed, one was cut. This was the time when people were actively participating in the 'Cut trees' movement instead of Chipko movement. In the absence of trees, neither the cuckoo used to sing nor the heron used to fly in the sky, even the sparrow had now refused to pick pulses.

It was evening. He was planting some flowers in the ruins of his house when he saw his two year old guava tree.

"Oh, it's only ten feet long and it's bearing fruit...

These dry leaves, entangled in branches connected by four vertically slender stems, do not look good among green leaves.

"I clear it, don't know when I will have to meet my guava"

In order to remove the dried leaves, a very small nest hit his hands and fell. He glanced at the nest, the nest was still new.

He was filled with guilt.

He started thinking in his mind that he had demolished someone's under construction house before 'Griha Pravesh'. With trembling hands, he raised the nest with great affection. Arranged it with a pious look and restored it in the same condition. Suddenly it rained. He returned to his room and gracing the chair he started talking to his uncle and father.

Night had knocked. He had come to his bed after taking food. Many inquisitive questions were running through his mind.

"Which bird will it be"?

"Will the bird get angry with him"?

"Will that hardworking bird complete her house or will she get angry and displace her home"?

"Will that self-respecting bird break the nest and start work anew or will it continue its further work on the same?"

Drowned in such countless thoughts, when sleep took him in its lap, he did not even realise.

It was morning by the grace of Almighty. The weather was very pleasant. The redness of the sun was replaced by rain showers & a gust of cool wind and the aura was shining.

He turned towards the ruins and was shocked to see it.

Aha! How beautiful were the two Neelkanths. Both of them were talking to each other. He started watching their movements secretly. They finished their talk and began to pick up each straw very closely and add it to the nest.

He was filled with imagination.

"How good it would be if he had the privilege of feeding them grains"

"How nice it would be if it could hear his vocals"

"How nice it would be if theycould sit on my hands and shoulders"

He wanted to capture their beauty and colorfulness in the picture using the camera application of his mobile.

"Too much work now, take photos later"

Saying that, both of them went to pick up the straw.

By Prateek Srivastava