A baby bird.
It opens its eyes, not understanding what it sees. Such an overwhelming world muddled with sounds and sights, beings and things. After a while it realises it has the beautiful gift of flight. Suddenly, there are are no boundaries. The whole world is it's own to discover. Imagine, how you would feel if you had a such a realisation? It is uncontainable, is it not?
So, slowly it finds a friend in the breeze. A love affair like no other. An indescribable high. The bird and the wind are now like beautiful lovers, entwined in each other arms each giving the other an identity. Overcome by this new joy, the bird rides the wind in exhilaration - the wind carries it's beloved to places unknown.
Then, comes a day when the bird is witness to a transformation.
The same breeze that breathed life into it's wings becomes a storm and destroys it's nest. Helpless and unaware the bird knows not what to feel. It is lost and alone, shivering in the storm.
But have you noticed?
The bird doesn't stop flying.
The bird doesn't stop loving the wind which gives flight to its wings.
It simply builds another nest.
© Sneha Singh 2012
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