Sunday morning. The night owl retired around 1.30 (unhappily) because the wifi refused to connect. This morning niece of said owl called up from across the pond and said aunt owl (not looking or sounding like such an elegant fowl after all) hooted into the instrument. Niece promptly said 'please go back to sleep'. Once sleep is gone, there is nothing more to be done but to wake up. Nothing to done especially when even the BH is not around to argue with. It's a luxurious feeling to have the house entirely to oneself. So Aunt Owl turns on the lappie and hops across to Whatsapp. An old friend from IL has sent her a beautiful song which she is hearing after decades. So she sends it across to another dear IL friend saying "hearing this song after decades. Every time a great singer passes on one wonders where one would find such a gifted one and then ..... It's a soul-stirring rendition of 'neele gagan ke tale' by a very young man. Dear friend from IL promptly shares another song Aunt Owl listens along drumming along with her fingers on the side of the wooden bed. Such lively and enchanting music. As she watches Sadhana flit around singing and dancing, she can't help but be reminded of other members of her own favourite species as they flit and chirp along. So that's a start to a day filled with joy and hope. Starting a day with music after I don't know how long.