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Living with my mom post-knee replacement surgery has been a rollercoaster of emotions and unexpected discoveries. My once headstrong and active mother now battles the challenges of bed rest, relinquishing control, and accepting assistance with a mixture of reluctance and humor.


Witnessing this transformation, I've come to appreciate the vulnerability that health issues and aging bring. Yet, amidst the struggle, there's a silver lining—a chance to experience life in India without the usual chaos of travel, embracing agenda-free days reminiscent of long-forgotten school times.


As I stroll by my mom's house, the old banyan tree becomes a focal point. Its sprawling branches offer a permanent haven for chatty birds and a shady retreat for neighboring shopkeepers sharing daily tales. Observing a flock of vibrant parrots perched on its branches, I'm captivated by their lively green feathers and contrasting red beaks.


Amid the birdwatching, I'm reminded of a quirky fact about parrots—taste buds not only reside in their throats but also on the tips of their beaks. Strangely, these feathered visitors never seem to finish their snacks entirely, making me wonder if their moms were as lenient about food consumption as opposed to mine!


One lazy afternoon, the routine was disrupted by a rowdy duo of parrots, flawking around in an erratic, intoxicated manner. Perhaps they had indulged in the fermented fruit offerings, turning a casual afternoon into a hilarious spectacle. Watching these feathered friends engage in their own version of a designer single malt-fueled escapade became a regular source of amusement during my time in the balcony.


So, until the next session of avian entertainment from my lively parrot companions, I sign off, grateful for the unexpected joy and laughter that has accompanied this chapter of caring for my mom....

MKP

21/12/23

Kothrud

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