The last few days have been oddly windless and afternoons were lost in a limbo. Hardly any bird called, the speckled yellowing leaves of the copper pod, too, were waiting to be flit away into the dream world. Maybe my fatigue after the two-day hectic Earth Mela was reflected in the mood of the weather. And just when I was about to slip into slumber, a red-vented bulbul landed on my windowsill. I rushed to get my camera so that I could capture this common bird visiting my feeding post.

A yellow sunbird