I have a tiny visitor at home. She is very small and cute. It’s a tailor bird, visiting me every day when she comes, dancing, jumping from one brunch to another, searching for her food, and chirping without any worry or stress for her life.

She comes to sit on the tagar tree beside our porch window. I spend a lonely time at home. When I have work, I do it and rush to finish it at the earliest. Then, I read books, listen to music, and watch movies. Sometimes I write, sometimes I sing. When I have nothing to do, I try to sleep. Sometimes I can, sometimes I can’t.

But I spend a specific time sitting on the veranda, watching the tagar tree, and that tailor bird, my tiniest friend. I love watching its activities, and I love my tiniest friend most because she chose this tagar tree.

Sometimes I wonder, how peaceful is seems to have a life like that tiny tailor bird, carefree, dancing, chirping, enjoying life to its fullest.

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(This post is part of the series ‘Solace in the Mundaneness’ where I try to tell stories of the everyday things that capture a special place in my heart and they make me feel privileged to live a simple and ordinary life with contentment and peace. This post is also part of Blogchatter A to Z.)