Aabhi has been busy for ages. Eons have passed but her work is still not over. Instead, it has only increased in the twenty-first century. She wakes up before sunrise and sits on a rock beside the lake. She dips again and again into the water and flutters her little silken wings. After finishing her bath, she sits singing for a while. The sweet music of her song descends somewhere deep into the pure azure waters of the lake and frolics in the ripples, as if trying to awaken the sleeping lake. Aabhi feels the lake stir languidly from its deep sleep. Then she flies to the threshold of the ancient temple at thw bank of the lake. She pecks at the door and sings, as if to wake Budhi Nagin Ma reposing inside. Her melodious music permeates the entire jungle. The other aabhis and birds also join her in the dawn chorus.