Blessings Of Covid In Disguise, Time For People To Befriend Nature Again Or Perish

It was a joyous ride through the national highway from the state`s capital city Bhubaneswar towards Puri in the early hours. It was cool and calm nearly. As we proceeded there we could see umbrellas up flanking on both sides. Not that it was raining but they were readying for the day`s business, green coconut, tea, and vegetables. What was enthralling was the presence of birds of variety, literally hopping on the roads, unmindful of the mirth that, their lands, domain, and air, usurped by man, is now bit free from the horrendous overreach of urbanisation everywhere.

Nature Reclaims Itself

There were no cacophony of traffic as, in usual times. Only the solitary ones like us out there, on purpose. Driving through the quietness gently without missing things so nostalgic.

A few avians appeared overwhelmed by a kind of freedom, unafraid of people, chirping from everywhere around.  Some birds like crows and mynaes could be seen basking on the kerbs of tiny water bodies after the dips, unfurling the wet feathers under the warmth of the early rays of the Sun.

Little farther from the roads, on the paddy fields, clusters of cranes could be seen leaning on muds to extract the feast for the morning meal.

It was a day before Diwali when, in normal times, the sounds of crackers start resonating around.

Wilds` Sovereign Survival

But that day it was sanity, almost everywhere, far from the madding crowd, miles from the noisy mundane madness, blissfully detached from the blaring from the television channels, where politicians keep on with the usual rants of promises, trading of charges and counter-charges, hurling abuses and lies. Election time made it doubly boisterous.

Why only here, animals from the wild do saunter into towns even in a metropolis like Delhi and so on.

Sand dear, cheetal and antelopes could be seen fleeting across once we reached the road that connects Puri with Konark, the sacred seat of Sun God.
Within the premises of the majestic Sun temple, the air was ethereal. Huge trees acting as canopies around were agog with birds of variety chirping everywhere. On the grass turf before the shrine en number of reptiles kept crawling and some red crabs could be seen occasionally coming out of the proverbial hibernation and soon retreat back at the footfalls of men.

Whatever has happened to humanity, but Covid guidelines have helped nature and wilds to reclaim their sovereign survival rudely dominated by the decades of mindless urbanites and the brutal assaults by pollution and noise.

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