When I opened the door one beautiful sunny day, I spotted the feather swaying in the light breeze. It was very mysterious. It reminded me of the playful and hungry Lord Krishna. I thought of a movie song about this blue God that I performed as a kid, portraying his evil habits, such as stealing milk and butter, pulling young girls' braids and so on. When I was a kid, I used to have one to several tucked away in my text books in the hope of getting many a baby peacocks. I wonder if the kids still do it.
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