Clever Rohak

A tale from the Avashyak Churni

A flock of pigeons alighted with a flapping of winds upon a traffic island in the middle of a large intersection. They were quite unafraid of the cars and buses rushing by — they were used to them, for they came here every morning for the handfuls of grain that the priest from a nearby temple would scatter there at sunrise. They pecked at the grain dain…