I want to be a dodo bird. Or a dinosaur. And attain greatness simply by going away forever...

Now let’s not all choke over our chais and coffees as if I’ve shocked you. As if you didn’t know.

On a day when nothing extraordinary had happened .. no earth shattering twitter war, no elections round the corner, covid numbers in india were boringly low, a famous writer chose to die. So I sat watching his greatness being celebrated on the news when suddenly my son says walking into the room.. “Did he die?”

I’m impressed.. “You knew this guy?!”

“No, They’re saying such good things about him - he’s surely gone.”

Oh. Fair point. After all, I do know more about dinosaurs than I know about crows outside my window everyday. Yes, crows are noisy, croaky and not aesthetically appealing but then dinosaurs won’t be winning any beauty pageants too. But Spielberg chose to make a film about them, while the crows? They remain thirsty.