Scent of spring: Songbirds, cherry blossoms, and warmer days

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    Spring, perhaps the most awaited season of the year, is about to grace this region of the world with its presence. I know spring is about to arrive in Delaware because after a series of unusually frigid mornings, which lasted from December through February, cheerful chirping of red-breasted robins, blue jays, and chickadees has now filled the morning air. In contrast to spring mornings, winter mornings are so hushed and uneventful that one may even question if birds exist in this land at all. To me, birdsongs are the harbinger of spring.  With the first sight of a bluejay perched on the backyard fence or a cardinal dancing on a leafless cherry branch, I know that my wait for spring is almost over, for I’ve learned from past experiences that an increase in bird activity signifies the approach of spring!  In this part of the world, during spring, nature comes alive with an abundance of activity. Everywhere I look, I witness signs of life. I witness new life in the ...

Of Motherly Love


The clock on the beige wall read 3:30. It was 3:30 a.m. in the morning.  The world was asleep, but not Sabera. She can catch only an hour or two of sleep (if she is lucky) at a stretch these days.

She stretched her arms but retracted them so she could grab her own shoulders. "Ouch! My shoulders are sore from all the hard work," she thought. Not only Sabera's shoulders, her limbs and back were sore too. Her body screamed in fatigue and begged a few hours of uninterrupted sleep.

As she released her fingers from her shoulders and looked at the little bundle on the bed, it took only a few seconds for her eyes to well up with tears. She bit her lower lip and smiled. She lowered her head and kissed her child's forehead. She stuck her nose under his chin and smelled him - she loved smelling him! The little bundle moved and a smile flickered on its tiny face. Suddenly Sabera felt her bodily pain being slowly replaced by a feeling of motherly love - it engulfed her from all sides. Sabera's shoulders were suddenly not sore anymore and her eyes stopped screaming for sleep...

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