As I picked up a biscuit to dip in my hot cup of tea some crumbs fell down. Making a mental note of cleaning the floor later I sat there engrossed in the Sunday edition of Indian express which always provided me with couple of good reads. Of late I had discovered that EYE, the attachment with Sunday paper, usually published some interesting articles. Away from the world of political gimmicks  or crime sagas the articles on history, art, tourism or some good book feel like fresh breeze. Lost in the world of words a sharp whistle somewhere very near my ear caught my attention. A little black and white bird was sitting on the back of the sofa next to me chirping happily after having fed itself on the crumbs. My sudden movement scared it and it flew away. I spent rest of the morning waiting for it to come back, whistling my ineffective windy whistle, peeping down from my balcony trying to spot it on the near by trees but it was nowhere to be seen. It had turned my happy hour into a restless waiting. Alas, it was time for me to go in and start my daily chores. But the the little black and white bird occupied my mind all day. Oh, I have to look up the bird, promising myself an extensive search on the Internet I absent mindedly entered the kitchen.