| A pair of dove who actually wanted to share room with me.|
But I denied their proposal, because they stinks.
|Peacock Dance? I think its also a show of might.|
|Female Peacock, that frequents my neighborhood|
|My Home, with no bed, no table, no chair and worse of all no fan.|
I tell you I didn't even have toilet
because we did't have running water
|Squarrel that fears no Human. They are pampered. They are animals|
that have better living standards compared to those Humans in the slums
|My room Mates. Jurmi, the Historian, who looks much older than his age, |
Tashi, the politician who hardly speaks and
Jamtsho, who nearly became Psycho after attending
a Psychology class in Gujarati
|My batch mate, Pema, who is learning to eat more|
because She doesn't want to look lean and thin like our Indian friends
|Looks Terrible!!! But they are Gentle Giant ants. |
They do not believe in attacking Homo sapiens .
That is the reason why I entertain many of them in my room
|Madam Ugyen. I have no words to describe her,|
except that she is lady of her words.
Perhaps that is what it takes to be a Psychologist
|Male Peacock that do not sleep, |
but fancies disturbing the entire neighborhood
|A Gujarati Lady, who told me to eat more fruits in Gujarat|
|My Gujarati Friend Mr. Chintan Joshi.|
He is not only an Electronic Engineer ,
but also an English Teacher in one of the colleges in Gujarat.
I am marking his words,
because he promised to show me the specialties in Ahmedabad.