The Fight is On!

There are certain confessions I should make before you proceed reading this story, as I don’t want you to derive any sort conclusions about me.
1. I love plants. I talk to my plants everyday and I believe that talking to the plants makes them healthier.
2. I love all animals apart from cats.
3. I think more than 75% people are incurious and unaware OR   I have met 75% of the incurious and unaware population of the world.
(And now I think, I have made it worse. However, I bet there’s more to this. )
Over the years unknowingly I have discovered a home for several human feelings in me viz.  Love, care , Jealousy, Vengeance, Honesty, Curiosity , Happiness and Sadness. Since childhood I was often asked if I hated anything.  My answer was always NO. People thought I was lying but I didn’t care, as I knew that I actually did not hate anything.  I always thought of hatred as a very important feeling. In fact it is the most important feeling which is why one should not waste it on someone unworthy. However, human feelings are extremely moody and rigid most of the times. Same is the case with HATRED. It was somewhere around September this year when my mother suddenly developed some fondness over pigeons, sparrows and crows for reasons only known to her which I’m incapable of understanding.
But this was nothing new to me. My mother is capable of doing anything. Leave her with a group of Americans and the in an hour you would hear all of them singing Hindu devotional songs. So, I wouldn’t be surprised if the pigeons had begun singing, my mother is that influential. I had no problem with those birds which were now her pets. My mother used to feed them and talk to them. If birds were allowed to be the heirs, my mother would have done that too, she had grown so friendly to them. These pigeons made their nest right outside my kitchen.
And created all sorts of noises even while my mother wasn’t around at all hours of the day. Right from Mating, fighting & loving to cheating , they did it all in front of my eyes.  No, I wasn’t interested in their life but was simply curious to know why do they have to make noise all the time. I wasn’t able to write, read or sleep. My ears had become so used to their voice that at night my ears imagined that noise while they actually slept.  My life had gone topsy-turvy. I had dark circles all over my face.  After 3 long months and their 2 generations (I guess) , I decided to put an end to this mess. I