On my way to the office, just after dawn, I saw a peacock walking proudly in the opposite direction on the other side of the street. Its tiny head kept bobbing about with every step. Where did it come from? Where was it going? It is just before dusk, but the bird is still with me. Has it come to any harm? Has it been returned safely to its home? Its tiny head keeps bobbing in my mind ever more tiny, ever more frail. The day of the peacock…