That was a Friday. That means it was my day. I got up really late in the morning. It was almost 9 or 9.30. Sitting in the bed, giving a wide and loud yawning, I looked all around.
Nobody was there in the room. Suddenly I felt a kind of movement. My blanket was moving. Movement like that of a curled up snake! Though a little frightened I just lifted one end of the blanket, and for my shock I saw my little brother sleeping cosily under the heavy blanket. Jealousy gave shape to anger and I sprang on him with a screaming and wanted him to get up. He got up and humble boy gave me a smile.
We both washed our face and went as usual to our balcony where we can see a big world outside. We have a lot of greenery there outside. The sun had risen far high in the sky. The breeze blew asked us why we were late. It was then it struck my notice. A stranger there! So close to us! Dressed up in white. So graceful and cute!
When it saw us, a kind of fear must have caught its heart. But we kept quiet, motionless and harmless. Yes it was a dove. As milk as white! As young as me! It had come with something in its beak, some twigs or bits of leaves or cloth. I guessed she wanted to build her nest. I told to it in my strange language. Dear guest, build your nest among my rose bushes. When your chicks come, my roses will play with them. My brother and I will give them food. I don’t know whether it heard my thoughts.
Immediately my brother had a throaty cough and poor dove scared of his roaring, flew away and never came back. But still she was a wonderful guest of mine for a few minutes.
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