The peacock dance

March-April is the loveliest season on campus. The bougainvillea is in full bloom, the amaltas is preparing to burst into a yellow rhapsody, and for the peacocks it is the mating season. Today morning, I went out as usual to inspect my flowers (the jasmines, roses, and the hibiscus have been flowering madly) when I saw the peacock dancing. For the next 30 minutes I was treated to a fantastic performance by the peacock. The only problem was that the peahen for whom it was dancing was more interested in food than in the dance. She had a bored look on her face as though she was saying, oh okay, I have seen this before, chuck it, will you?