I Think Too Much

There’s a big tree in the office premises under which I often go and seat beneath it. It’s pleasant to be there in pricking summer heat. The melody created when a soft breeze comes by is truly a moment of bliss. Though it’s not summer right now I went beneath it only to get disturbed by terrible chirping of birds. It was a beautiful cool dawn but the noise those birds made would be enough to break a wine glass I guess. It was the highest of all notes that could be heard in nature. The sharpest of ‘D’ chord wo8uld be easily left behind by the noise of those birds from that single tree. I am not very good at recognizing trees and birds but the later should be larks or robins. One or two of them would fly into the tree and disappear but their noise would still blow. Leaves could be seen flapping and on regular intervals those birds would stop chirping and then they would start again in the next instant.


I was thinking, if the tree was a classroom, because as soon as the teacher leaves the class the pupils would make noise or it might be a theatre where a play had just ended. The tree could have also been a bride’s house where and when the bridegroom arrives, the queen’s men would start chatting and blabbing thus creating a lot of noise. It may also be a house of representatives where members are protesting over an issue. The most probable thing that the tree could be was a hospital where one is seriously injured and the others are panicking. Or there could have been a terrible fight between two groups. I was simply analyzing the situation from beneath the tree bearing that high pitched noise. At last it was too unbearable and I was warded off. Whatever the reason may be, it’s none of my business, thinking this I headed away. Darn! I think too much.