lost and found..................

Lost and found.........
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What inspired me to pen down this article is my memory.....
My memory that goes back many years ago..
I was a 13 year old kid and was no different than most kids of my age.

I knew nothing about responsibilities and all I did was to be happy..
I had no complains about life back then..
I was happy and content in all respects..I was happy with myself and more than that my parents were happy with me,
for I was brilliant in school..
Out of the many memories I cherish, one that stands out is that of the bird!!!

It was in my neighbourhood. Its house was on a tree, next to my building.
A tall fat tree that bore small yellow flowers.
One favourite passtime of mine those days was to come back home and watch the bird..
Yeah! I loved "bird watching" from back then..but this was something different.
I would watch the bird which used to be happy in its nest, just like me, knew nothing about the life ahead.
It was soo innocent and all it used to do was chirp and sing happily..

I would watch the bird while waiting for my school bus in the mornings.
I would come back and see the bird playin with the leaves and yellow flowers in the hot afternoons,
I would watch the bird fly around like the world was hers, without any worries.
sometimes while playing cricket with my friends, I would be jealous of the bird and I wished I could fly like it..
It defenitely did learn to fly but never did it fly far away from the tree..
The tree was world to it!!!!

Many a times, it would fly over to my balcony and sing as if it had come to entertain me.
I wished I could understand wat it sang..I wished I could reply to its song..
but I never did!! whenever it flew over to my balcony, I would go inside my room..
I would go inside because I liked to hear the bird sing its harmony..
I would be cautious that I didn't scare it away, and would hide away and listen to it singing..

But one evening, the wind blew away its nest..
Its home was shattered and all that was world to it was now gone..
It was the last time I saw it..
I wished I could help it..I never felt this bad for anything in my life..
I was never so upset and sad..I cried my heart out..
I cursed nature for being so cruel to the fledgeling..

I couldnt understand why God had to do this to the little creature.
Time passed, and I never saw the bird again..
I almost forgot this story and forgot that such a bird existed.
I grew up and finally I flew here..to the States..
I was away from my home, away from what was world to me.
I was adjusting into this new world and was being happy, and then one fine day..................
I was woken up by a chirp..
It sounded familiar..I got out of bed and was happy to see the bird singing its old song..

I had no words to appreciate nature and the miracles it does..
This time I understood its song..I followed its harmony..
It said "Hey human..why are you so afraid of me??
why is that you always go into your room and never come out??
am I not worthy of being your friend?? is my song that bad??"

I took a step forward and it didnt fly away..It waited there happy to see me..
and my joy knew no bounds on seeing what I enjoyed to see when I was a kid..
Though the bird was so small, it had many things to teach me..
I look up to it with respect, I realised how great it was..
I bow down to the way it fought against life and the way it kept winning..
I admire the way it still sings happily putting behind all the sorrow that once encompassed it..
I appreciate its action of flying down to say "HI" to me...
I realised how 'inhuman' I was and how 'wise' and 'great' the little one was..

I am happy today that God has taken it into a new world..
I thank Him for keeping the bird being happy..

It has taught me the definition of life and how to live it..
With a heart full of love for the bird, and a humble admiration to the Superior,
having penned down what was in my heart,
I shall have a good sleep now..



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Style B

P.S: This is not 100% fiction, neither is this 100% real. I know what it is all about and so does the bird I talk about..