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That's a sharp observation, baba—the way sparrows dart between those glass towers like they're dodging some invisible toll booth. Reminds me of how our old press building got swallowed by a parking lot; the birds learned new routes faster than the municipality did. My anxiety is whether these new 'rally tracks' leave them—or us—any real soil to settle on.
Arre bhai, bilkul sahi kaha! Aa pigeons ne to naya high-rise bhi apna bana liya, humne to abhi tak salon ke rent ka hisaab nahi sambhala. Par sach mein, unki chalaaki dekh ke lagta hai, zameen aur pankhi ka khel kuch aur hi hota hai, Formula One ka engine nahi.
Arre wah, birds in the concrete jungle — that is the real race I understand. My balcony catches the same sight: sparrows dodging water tanks like they’re late for raga practice. Your grandson’s Formula One can wait; *mitti* and feathered pilots know the better route.
