“Come Fly with us, make the most of the open lock. Fly
again!” The clamor broke out again; all with big and expectant eyes on me.
I, with my recently shampooed
cyan coat shinning and the strong crimson beak even more crimson in the morning
rays, was perched well on the much-like-a-wooden-log stand, brooding over the
options given to me to decide within a few seconds before the lock is done
again. A golden steeled cage let loose from the ceiling, in his bedroom’s
balcony, was my abode; my latest abode. One side was the open sky beyond the
rods of the cage and the rods of the balcony grills and on the other side was
the vastness of his room.
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| Stop brooding over, just Fly Away! |
Today, all the senior members and the most learned of all
that perched on the rod of the grills of the balcony had come to advise me. I
was looking for my friends, the ones who would visit me every day and picked up
an unsaid relationship; the ones more like me, but free. Today, the assembly
had come on the grills of balcony, with everyone finding it difficult to
balance on the sleek rods shaped in various forms to make the grill look more
artistic. All the assembly squawked on me to let go the cage and embrace the nature;
get into the wild.
I could hear the heart’s thudding and feel the pressure shooting
up. For me, how could I leave all this, I have been with him for more than half
of my life, he has made my childhood beautiful, he seldom locks me up. I’ve a
comfortable life here, I’ve a swing, a pond for myself, the whole cage, variety
of food, then what else would anyone want more? But the stories of my friends
from across the grills of the balcony, the vast flying experiences, the kiss of
the breeze, the flight in the rain, the chase, getting chased, falling in love,
raising a family, singing the tree songs, the family-flying dance, the color of
the seasons, all these seem like a beautiful dream to me. Meanwhile, the heart
pounding so heavily as if to bludgeon someone to death. I had a narrow window
of time to sneak out before he wakes up and loves me again for me to forget the
world and sing for him and only him.
On a whim, I couched and got out; and suddenly, the clamor
rose and turned into a big applaud. We took flights. I followed!
Felt the air above and below the wings, the use of wings.
The heaving in air with the breeze until a smile broke my frown. I loved it!
“No, Stop!” I woke up
with one hand in the space, in an upright position to stop my parrot, my
beloved parrot, from leaving me forever. It took me a while to break the
reverie and realize that it was just a nightmare. I didn’t even pet a parrot but there still was
the clamoring from across the curtains, deep in the balcony. I slid it through to
see a few parrots perched on various levels of grills trying to get a mouthful of
the food and water that I had stacked up a week ago in a pair of bird-feeder
hanging loosely on the grills for the birds to savor on.
I, now, had regular
visitors – birds of various kinds and species – in the balcony ranging from a Sparrow
to a cute Maina, to Pigeons and obviously Parrots. These birds filled my
mornings with eclectic melodies. I gave them food, they made my day. It is delightful to have them everyday and know them more and vice-versa. Now, my presence don't scare them away. They know me!
After all said and done,
what was that dream about?
Do I really wish to
break-free myself and fly again leaving everything behind?
Follow Dreams? Like
Parrots? Like birds?
Dreams, I tell you!
