I keep the window open facing my writing table while I write and close it before leaving the desk. The blue sky inspires me.

One afternoon I was pacing in my room thinking what should be the next course of action of my protagonist. I heard a voice.

I saw a little birdie sitting on my writing pad, tweeting. She sits there for few seconds and flies out. I came to the window to see where she has gone. She had flown away. She came back next day and followed the same pattern.

On the third day, I put few grains on my writing pad in anticipation that she might visit again and she did. She came, tweet, picked grains in her beak and fly away.

From that day I kept the window open all day long. I get a visitor every day who chirp and fly.