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The Peacock...

The Peacock.

.Nytili.. had a beautiful pet bird. A big peacock with thick feathers that shone brilliant hues and golden yellow, and long violate crown of five stems and ruffled bronze coloured base.. it dansed always to cheer ... Nytili.. happily they went to roam along the river with their other friends..

Raakshi: Nytili i am making new weaving tonight a woollen piece to accommodate come winter .. and one to gift my mother's birthday.. you would have to come without excuse unlike last year.. would you..?

Nytili: i must.. least you forbid me further if i won't.. I swear i missed last year your birthday as well on the same day as your mother's... how wonderful it is.. truly.. we have always enjoyed our celebrations and festivities together.. haven't we..

Raakshi: i asked my father for the gift of similar giant pet bird as you have.. to bejoy.. but it might encumbere me and my father suggested to buy a droffet instead.. To ride and accompany me..

Nytili: it's right.. i also just roam around with the adorable bird.. instead of .. you should maybe option for more original animal..

Once on the way back they came across a small cottage made in red bricks.. and dark wood fence set in a circle of variety of large trees and plants.. of sweet smelling flowers.. the garden looked old but the house seemed as if it had come there overnight.. the wide courtyard and the flowery cannopy looked so much haunting and beautiful.. they set outside the fence in front the house for a while to rest .. . next day they were lured to cottage view.. nearing an old woman attired in thick grey petticoat and long sleeved tunic and a long scarf.. as she called them in.

The house had large windows looking out backyard and the hill over.. and top floor with low roof.. the woman gave them fruits from garden and tea.. she invited Nytili and her friend Raakshi again to enjoy in garden with mesmerising pet Bird.. she told them about her grandson who worked at nearby site where they were making reservoir by the river.. the dam was prospective and elderly lady's grandson Kshepak was a most brilliant engineer appointed by the authorities and was very respected.. yet young he was avid indoor person and often was at home working for maps..

Nytili often came to visit the old woman and spent lot of time in gardens and helping her cook.. she learned numerous recipes and garnered the garden with new plants and decorated with pebbles from river banks that shone in dull afternoon sunlight .. forgetting about home many times she helped cooked super for elderly woman and her son .. returning late home she always told her mother about her time with old lady at the cottage well over outskirts of their town..

Sometimes Nytili took a day off from her father's workshop where she helped run a store and back door adjoining workshop was local furniture and hardware store .. As their friendship grew stronger the old woman Rudsyala became fond of Nytili and her pet bird.. to ask her spend more time.. Nytili frequently stayed overnight.. yet little did she see the old woman's son Kshepak.. always surprised her with a smile as was their friendship cheered by the elderly woman.. he brought flowers sometimes.. and asked her see reservoir site..

..next spring one day Nytili was attacked by a jackal around outskirts on her way to cottage.. her pet bird fought ferociously while Kshepak reached quickly hearing voice.. was passing the next lane and .. killed animal.. then onwards either Nytili's father or elder brother Rvaasedh accompanied her to road .. to her surprise her visiting cottage became exceedingly joyful and she exhilarated at the thought of extra hours of preparation for midterm exams for the external courses she followed at the university.. Raakshi also accompanied her sometimes to study and visit the dam .. next three years passed in happiness and peace.. when Old woman sight faded Nytili stayed more permanently living with her at the cottage rarely.. alone.. when Kshepak returned from his out station posting.. they married in small ceremony at the town and went on to built largest hardware and construction supply factory of that region.

Rudsyala livedon for another decade looking over the children playing and riding golden giant pet bird's.. offspring.. Abiddhrey and jeyaan... ..



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