Francoise on my photo from the kitchen window 31Dec. 2023 at 12.38 AM

 A gentle wind that suddenly swayed the palm tree leaves in the garden had her come to the window, lean and look out: all at once and so unexpectedly, a flock of wild female rose-ringed parakeets that a dozen of Asian koels had decided to accompany, took flight, leaving empty the cosy nests she had so lovingly been watching over for them, always making sure her feathered friends would find some seeds to peck at.

And there she stood, silent, in awe, as, across the garden, in the building opposite, the windows started to shine in an unusual glow. From each one of them, she could hear a song, a warbling, a chirping melody that delighted her soul. The birds had migrated across to celebrate their poetess, singing her their most romantic nocturne. She now was their conductor, elegantly waving her hands to show them the tempo, the measures, the phrasing. There she stood, her kitchen window welcoming the warmth of her pink sky.

The birds sang all the night through, until, exhausted, they bowed out after their performance. As the story goes, every single night, the poetess is seen with them, flying over the city of dreams, chanting her poems. Her kitchen window’s always wide open.

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Sushama Karnik

Françoise Dhulesia Wow!! I am going to save this tribute to the last day of December 2023. The year when friendships fully blossomed forth

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Sushama Karnik

Good night Francoise. It's past midnight here.

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