Edible Shoots

      This is a show to which your entry passes have already been issued in unknown but specific numbers, whether you believe in predestination or not. You have no choice but to enter. However, you are free to use an eye mask or a pair of earplugs. It is totally up to you. Some do use them, consciously or otherwise.       Ever since I grew old enough to wonder about the phenomenon  of dawn and dusk, it has set my imagination on fire. In winter, mostly  on Sunday mornings, I would prefer to stay in bed: warm, huddled up,  wrapped in blankets, wide awake. I was all ears - though we can’t move  our ear pinnae – attentive to the crowing of roosters in the chicken  coop, the cawing of crows flying by, other birds’ chirping, the mooing of  the cow in the shed with its calf tethered, the bicycle bells of the  newspaper boy, the stirrings of my younger siblings, and my mom’s  never-ending quarrel with damp firewood reluctant to ignite – to  mention but a few. The new day had dawned like a g