They clucked around him in eager anticipation as he chopped a special treat for them…
last evening, he chopped one of them as a special treat for himself on the same wooden block.

Those hens, reminded me of someone.
oh yes, human beings.
we get bruised, beaten and betrayed but we still clamour for carrots.
No spine, but that’s fine.

For short-lived love we still pine..

Uma Iyer is a writer, a mother and a freelance consultant for marketing communication to several organisations. She was raised in Mumbai and currently lives in Delhi. Her retirement plan includes two dogs, many books and a shack by the sea.