I didn’t know my eyes had tongue. My aching body desperately wanted to take a little siesta. Curtains were drawn, windows closed save one for this body of mine needs a bit of a sky, a bit of greenery and a bit of bird voice before it retires into numbness of slumber.
My eyes stuck out its tongue to the morose hanging curtains and ventured out into the blue sky. Alas! Hungry clouds had devoured the last trace of its blueness; how solemnly grey they looked! Poor heartbroken eyes! Like cut off kites they were gliding downwards and got stuck in one of the branches of the huge mango tree……to be pleasantly surprised. Wow! Weren’t they mere blossoms only a few weeks ago? Now just look at them! Like little green fairies they came out of the flowers and enjoying a swing in the wet breeze. They were all survivors of the first April storms. Confident little mangoes!
Eyes decided to have a closer look at the pond. So they came down. In no time they spotted a white stork meditating on one leg. Clever fishes were nowhere to be seen. Three water fowls were moving to and fro heaven knows for what. Cuckoos and sunbirds and barbets and whatnots were pouring music into the air. The highly talented eyes were quick to sprout ears to hold all the notes being played. That was a great feat. All on a sudden a small black cormorant popped out on the surface of the green pond. It must have been having a good meal inside the water world.
Eyes were excited.
Not so the body.
The tussle began.
Weary feet managed to get near the window and the hands pulled the curtains down. Lips did a smiley. Ears closed all doors. From the veranda wafted rose fragrance. Now my eyes grew a nose.
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sumanar/lekha 
I really like the idea of eyes having tongue, which really captures my imagination. All the images of nature that you invoked played with my awareness. I enjoyed the ending with the eyes now growing a nose. Such imagery here, Sumana.
Some mornings were meant to be devoured by the eyes.
Oh, Sumana! I can’t wait until one of those mangoes adds a mouth to those adventurous eyes and newly born nose. I love the vivid details of your story, how the character finds a way to fly out of four walls without having to get out. And the ending, the sensory play… reminds me of the novel Chocolat and of the moving Woman on Top, the way smell and taste and sight truly bring people to life.
Thank you so much for this magical realist treat!
I loved this so much. Like you, I have a need for sky, greenery and bird voice, at all times. I never close my curtains. Never have. This was an enchanting read, loved the ears and nose popping out, the better to take in the scenery, and I enjoyed every sight right along with those magical eyes. Just wonderful.
Yes, our eyes are the clever ones and go to seek adventures whereas the other senses sit still and wait it all to come to them. I loved it!
Oh, this made me smile over and over! I want such eyes …. well, maybe I have.
“Eyes having tongue” this is superb Sumana! Such a delight to read, and made happy picturing it!
Now I know why I get up early!
What a journey this story took me on.. I love “I didn’t know my eyes had tongue.” What a way to open a story!
Sumana, what a lovely write. I like how you blend imagination with reality and make it magical. This story keeps me smiling.
This had me smiling, loved it.