sunday morning, almost afternoon

there is a mynah behind the blue curtains, chattering to herself- or are they two? she gets up from the bed to check , her back- a solid band of hurt. there is no bird on the ledge, she leans further out the window, wondering if they are just beyond the wall. Suddenly, she sees the mynah-one, on the clothes rod above her head, and the mynah, having caught sight of her too, flutters off, landing on the ledge just beyond her sight, peeping back at her. oh i'm sorry, was that your clothes rod? did i disturb your all-important detour into the side lanes of the internet. I'm sorry but i was trying to have a conversation here, yes with your precious clothes rod.. she smiles and stretches her back, trying to ease out the pain. from the other room come the sounds of Evil Dead(one). it is almost 2010, and he's just started watching the first film. she sighs and settles back on the pillows. its going to be a long day, and she's just looked up the tree rape scene on the tube.