The Twist of the Lazy Sunday

Its amazing how a tiny little life can change the entire atmosphere of the house. The sense of anticipation following the birth of a new one, with the endeavour to care for it defines the way nature works. What makes it better is if there is a surprise element associated with it!

We have had an aquarium at home for over ten years now. Through the course of this journey, fish have come and unfortunately left us. A new fish from the aquarium market would always bring in excitement and add a new sense of dynamism at home. But the worst part of the entire aquarium-owning experience is removing a fish from the aquarium, and instead of hopping and jumping in the net, it remains still, with its fin drooped ever so softly on its body. A symbol of perfect serenity, but one that brings with it a tinge of pain. The death of a fish creates another change in the aquarium vibrancy, and with it moves on the cycle of the aquarium in the house.

This was what constituted the cycle of our aquarium. Till today that is.

This morning, amidst a lazy Sunday here in Singapore, I was having my favourite "Uncle Chips", and indulging in yet another rather hilarious episode of "Comedy Circus", when I get a call from Indonesia. And the message conveyed got my lazy Sunday lifting its head up from the drowsiness. The aquarium at home had been the birthplace of tens of fish - the two Angel Fish now had at least another 25 little lives with them in the fish tank!

Wow! Where from did this event enter the pre-existing cycle of the aquarium that we had been through thus far? The palpable excitement inherent in the tone of my family members there, brings with it a desire to take the next flight into Indonesia, and be a part of the new vibrancy. The entire home environment has taken an upswing, and my best friend Google must be rather surprised at being bugged with random phrases to the like of "newly born fish in aquarium", "how to care for new born fish", "new born angel fish". That too on a day that was, prior to this, looking as happening as a turtle race.

So now as I spur my brain engine to life from its Lazy Sunday mode, and along with my best friend ponder on the most pertinent question of the hour, of how to prevent the new school of fish from from the dark suction forces of the tank pump, I shall leave you with a photo which was the first thing I asked my sister for upon hearing the news!

The tiny black things are the little ones!