Songs of a million parakeets.

Make your own meaning of this little story..

The songs of what seems like a million parakeets wakes the entire street in the morning. The songs are chaotic, and god-awful LOUD. They’re out of tune, a mix of weird whistles, croaks and screeches. These are beings that come after your morning sleep and makes you lose the lyrics of your favourite groovy song in the shower.

But, on days when the song softens, you wonder about them…

Then you walk towards the curb of the street, and watch them parakeets fly around the purple jacaranda tree.

Red, Yellow and green.
Newlings, Parents and all.
The entire family flying to their own song.
The song of a million parakeets.

Fairy floss and the beauty of fragility.

When sugar is heated at 300 degrees delicious* for a fraction of a second and flung across by a perforated potters wheel, something interesting happens.

The very hot liquified sugar gets pulled away from the centre (because nature does strange things like that) and is forced out through the tiny holes of the vessel in which it is contained. The sugar, still propelled by nature’s forces, leaves a trail behind. And that trail is fairy floss or cotton candy.

Now, if you think that that cottony, web-like thing is fragile and breakable, you’re sorely mistaken. Its sticks to you. It glues your fingers together. It will make a mess and also bring people together, because almost always nobody can eat a whole stick of fairy floss (if you can eat it whole though, i’d be concerned for you).

Those fragile threads of candy on a weak looking stick reminds most of us of childhood. So, even if you might turn away, a friend might decides its her day to eat fairly floss and you’d be a despicable human being if you didn’t atleast help her with a bite.

And that’s the beauty of the fairy floss. Its fragility binds.

*Was obviously going to write “celsius” but autocorrect makes happy accidents and I let that happy accident be.