That corner of the verandah has witnessed the Fakhta cycle of life over and over again for years now. Don’t remember when exactly the Fakhtas first set up their nest in our home but once they did, they really made themselves at home… generations of them! A particular corner of the verandah was their chosen spot, where they built their nest atop the Chameli climber. Eggs were laid, hatched, babies born, learnt to fly and then off they all went – babies, mama and papa. The nest never lay abandoned for too long. A few months later, another Fakhta pair would turn up to start a family. The nest would be refurnished so to speak and off they went again laying eggs, caring for and feeding the babies when they came out etc… That corner of the verandah has witnessed the Fakhta cycle of life over and over again for years now. The Fakhta’s cooing is one of the usual sounds of nature around our house. If they are not on the Chameli, they can be seen basking in the sun on the boundary wal