Throughout my window...

      Whenever i peep out my window , scene which grabs my attention . An uncle residing opposite to my house daily keeps water in a small bowl and food grains for birds and squirrel . Its pleasant to see such things in morning that too is is little different . Its routine practice in their house . In this upgraded village seeing a tree is difficult and that too it is hard to see sparrow as the number cell phone tower increased the sparrow population reduced gradually . 

      In our house in village it is usual that sparrow nest which hold special place in ventilation . In early morning its sweet voice is my alarm . It flickering sound of feathers astonishes me . As it enters my house my eyes starts staring at the little jet as it rushes to its nest to feed little ones . Soon it became member of our family and the only difference is its name is not our family card . As we shifted to town area its hard to see sparrow . And one day when i was reading paper suddenly i heard a familiar sound which is close to my heart . My eyes started searching in the direction of that lovely sound . Suddenly i found it is a SPARROW . After so many years i have seen my family member and very joy for it . Thanks to that uncle who daily offer water and grains to this little jet . And it is my daily routine to wait for that sparrow .