In Limbo 2

A s I made myself comfortable in the aisle seat, an inadvertent 'ouch' escaped my mouth. The toes on my left foot had begun to cramp up. Withdrawing the foot from the sandal I let it rest across my right leg and pulled my toes rigorously in order to help release the pain. For the benefit of the woman seated next to me, watching the act with frank curiosity, I decided to shed light on my sudden in-flight plight.  " Cramp ," I told her, shrugging my shoulders in a helpless matter-of-fact way, while trying to smile through the discomfort. To my surprise, very naturally she reached out and held my sweaty well-traveled foot in her hand and started to massage the toes. A firm determination emanated from the strong strokes which attacked the tensed spasmic muscles. The elderly man by the window seat, who, as I learnt later, was her father, joined in, mainly instructing her in Gujarati. Typically, he sounded like a pro. I guess one's age and life experience tend to endow

 Part-1 Guturgu...guturgu. ..a sweet sandy tremor spread across the morning as the three syllabic sound wound its way over and across the dense foliage of the flowering cashew tree.  As it continued non-stop and mellotronic, its dune like repetitiveness seemed to take me in its sway. Yet, in a matter of half an hour, my admiration had metamorphosed into restlessness, which in turn was gradually slipping  into irritation. Relinquishing my morning breathing exercises, I stepped out and craned my neck to find the source of the sound. Surprisingly, only a silent scatter of sunlit splashes met my hunter 's eyes. But, as soon as I was back in the living room,  guturgu guturgu , it took off again. Determined yet not wanting to harm anything, I stood under the tree and gently tossed a pebble in the direction of the  guturguing  critter. And lo, magically it stopped. Wings fluttered right above me, taking me aback. I saw it fly out of its concealed spot: light brown and sleek. A female spot