From dust to stardusts.

We were stardust once said Mother Crow to her nestlings high up a gulmohar tree in the park of a city suburbs. Mother Crow survived the first monsoon fending off city monkeys far bigger than she was from eating her eggs and she plans on surviving the rain and the storm and the hails and the gale. Mother Crow is a scavenger, she needed her inguenity and intelligence to survive in a human jungle.  She doted her children in a way humans doted theirs. She will die for them. She is a good mother.

There is a road that leads to the park where office goers of the city commute every single day. It was hectic at rush hours where vehicles of all kinds swerved around in chaos bellowing up dust into the air covering up the leafs of trees in the park in brown. One of those tree was a cranky old mango tree who hated the gulmohar for taking away all his insects who protected his fruits from diseases and birds.

There was a car that could speak named Debry.

There was a boy who lived near a park on a city suburbs whose parents work selling mangoes for a living. The boy had asked his father a slingshot for his birthday.

There was a crow that died protecting her hatchlings from a boy's slingshot who fell onto the ground in a park covered by the dust of vehicles everyday at 9 am. 

There was a half rotten corpse of a crow half eaten by ants near a gulmohar tree in a park near a road. 

There were little crows who had lost their mother because a mango tree bore bad fruits after the end of one monsoon which fruit sellers couldn't sell and had to borrow money that year or their child would grow hungry on his birthday. Someone discovered a car that could talk on his birthday and thinking it was a sign from heavens that their son would achieve great things, they bought a slingshot he always wanted for his birthday with which he killed a mother crow who was cawing her lungs off in a park when he was testing out his new slingshot on mangoes. A gulmohar tree was struck by lightning that evening into half.

There was a queen ant who survived a storm.

In the beginning there was the big bang. Millions of atoms split into twos and threes creating star dust and plants and solar systems and universes.

A star died split itself into tiny atoms and some of that atom became a bird, a crow, a slingshot, a boy, a car, a park, a fruit vendor, hatchlings, city suburbs.

An atom killed an atom.

We are all stardusts.