'cuckoo manages to koo-hoo'

I perceived masters and doctorate degree in the subject of Microbiology from University of Pune (former), Pune. The final application for convocation certificate usually happened in the month of May or June. In the heated summers I would go from Nasik to Pune and manage the form submission process. One such summer afternoon in Pune, the process became lengthier due to a long que and I stood there dehydrated without having lunch. My turn came up at 3.00 noon and the form was submitted. I came out of the university gate, walked half a kilometre and looked up at the sky, wires connected the electric towers and hanging to them were a few dead birds. The roads were wide and steamy as if just rolled on. Too much of noise, horns, until mind was confused enough not to decide where to focus the sight. People were running, shouting, hastily moving, all the directions were jammed. Sun was at its boiling point, sweat running all over me, my brain bugged off, mind speechless. Vehicles running and finding every possible way out, energy melting and no sign of a green till eyes could reach. Everything chaotic, miserable, frustrating and my ears stuffed in all the weird sounds around. In this pathetic afternoon at Pune, where summers almost knelt everyone, I heard the koo-hoo of a cuckoo. Cuckoo adapted to this man-made barren land, dead air and managed to koo-hoo so naturally. I heard it and mindfully saluted this little one. I managed to ignore the heated surrounding, focused on my path towards the canteen for lunch and headed towards the destiny. This cuckoo experience was a small observation with unique perceivance and motivation.