Well, I don't know why, but I just so badly wanted to come back to my blog, and read my own posts. Now, I know what it would be like to read your own diary entry from years ago.
What do I know, I never write diaries. I did visit my own blog once in a while to read one post in particular... the one about the bird.
The truth about that particular post is that, I was not at all thinking.. everything that I typed, came straight from the heart.
And, I also happened to talk to the birdie once in a while. So, whenever I thought about the bird deeply enough, it would invariably lead me here.
Don't ask me what kind of a bird it is.. I don't know myself. If you read closer, I described the tree and the flowers, but I never said what kind of a bird it was. Because, I myself don't know.
I never wondered because, I always only knew the bird from a distance, until just before I wrote my previous story about the bird.
I sometimes thought its a nightingale. I loved to hear it sing. It sometimes sang just what you wanted to hear. Some other time, I felt it was a parrot, because all it did was just echo your words and/ or thoughts. I could never really study it, because it would typically come and go, and leave me surprised. I normally hear from it when I least expect it.
The song and music always sounds promising, and I look forward to hearing from it soon, but it never happens.
Talking about the habit of the bird to surprise me, there is one particular incident that comes to my mind.
This happened 12- 13 years ago....
My mother wanted me to go to her friends house for some work. I knew her friend, and their house but I had never been there by myself.
My mother explained to me, how to get there. She had given me some important landmarks like "the local temple".
I was confident I could get there, and I was probably excited, I don't think I paid attention to her instructions carefully.
I hopped on my bicycle, and was on my way there. I passed the temple, and was confident that it must be close now.
I guess it must have been about half an hour since I passed the temple, but didn't yet reach the place. Above this I couldn't figure out where I was.
It was a totally new place, I couldn't remember how I got there, and I was LOST.
I didn't know the way to my mother's friends place from there, and neither could I figure out my way back home. I didn't know what to do.
I was already feeling scared and to top it, it started raining. It suddenly started pouring, like the skies wanted me dead.
I quickly rushed to a nearby tree, and was standing there, with my bicycle. I wanted to ask someone for help, but there was nobody to be seen.
I saw some people running to avoid getting wet, a few dogs searching for a place they could take shelter. Through all this, no one really took notice that there was someone,
on the street, who's lost, and getting drenched.
I could hear nothing but the noise of the raindrops falling on metal sheets, and the sound of my heartbeat. Just then I heard something that sounded so familiar.
I looked up and there was this bird on the lowest branch. It had its tiny fledgling wings stretched wide open, though it was perched firmly on the tree branch.
It took me a couple of seconds to figure out what it was doing. It was trying to protect me from getting wet.
I was speechless. I didn't know whether to thank it or, ask it, how to get out from there. But I felt sorry for it, because, it was getting wet, trying to help me.
But soon, the rain thankfully stopped. I never had this hurry to get home as fast as possible. I thanked the bird, got on my bicycle, and said to myself "well, if the little bird can figure out its way back home, I too can!". I began cycling in some direction, and soon found a store, asked the storekeeper for directions and soon reached home.
That evening, I heard the bird again, I went into my room and thought to myself... "the bird not only tried to help me, but it also showed me the way!"....(well... kind of....)
-Sathya
