Disoriented
It was as dull as ditch water that day. It was overcast and the heavens were covered with so much cloud and mist that prayers were not reaching it. I was in London walking down Coldhabour Lane, when a dove flew straight past me. But, it soon turned back. I could hear it labour against the heavy air. Now it flew in the opposite direction, and then swerved again! This strange activity had now captured my complete attention. I walked at a slow pace about to cross the road ahead when I observed the bird, coming towards me. It looked to its left, then took a right turn, almost as if it was driving a car and wanted to check for any oncoming traffic from the other direction. It was one disoriented dove. I felt a bit disoriented myself as I tried to figure out the reason behind the bird’s flight patterns. For a moment it felt like a scene from a cheap sci-fi flick, where the dove was actually a robot drone sent to spy on us. My train of thought was broken soon as the dove made ano...