A Night At Farmhouse

  

The night falls and whatever is nightly springs to life. Scintillating bright spots appear here and there over the dark sky. Down below several homes are lit with electric lights, further extending the day for mankind. But those who adhere to nature's cycle are preparing for a respite. Flowers have curled up their petals, wrapping up themselves like babies. Trees too look sleepy and seem to have shed their greens in the dark. They appear somewhat gloomy against the backdrop of full moon. Nonetheless, these humble giants are ready to host varieties of species looking for shelter. The birds have flocked back to their nests in banyan or peepal or perhaps in ruins of some old settlements.

But this is the time for many nightly creatures to shrug off their langour and venture out in the cold of night. Bats are zooming in and out, flipping silhouettes, apparently going nowhere. Though faint but not unsettling the silence of this hour, some faraway sounds are distinctly audible. A chirp of a sparrow, whistle of red-wattled lapwing who still lay awake, croak of a frog, a barking street dog and some vague sounds that I do not recognise.  Deep in the bushes crickets and cicadas have started singing in chorus. Another nightly sound. Occasionally, a gentle breeze flirts the night jasmine and uplifts it's soothing scent and features the fragrance wherever it trails.

But my mind repeatedly turns to overwhelming aroma of egg curry being prepared in the kitchen. This irks my already empty stomach. It's good to be famished to enjoy a sumptuous meal as it's good to get fatigued for a sound sleep. 

And to end a day with peaceful mind, relaxed body and satiated gut is a bloody good day.