To be or not to be..

December 14, 2010 at 11:07pm

..After a long lazy winter, spring came . The fallen dry leaves were about to turn in to dust as per nature's rule . The long awaited branches began to embrace themselves with new little green leaves . Colorful flowers began to blossom from those little tiny plants those survived the snowy winter after long time of struggling . A mysterious smell of something new began to flow through the wind . The little egg hatched into a similar nest made with torn thin branches sticks  and grasses . The nest may have been small but still held a prominent symbol of the builders labor and love that was intended purely to give comfort to the newcomer . Soft and tender ray of sun fell on the sensitive skin of the little fellow . He shivered to give response to the newest feeling . Gathered his strength to open the eyelids and became ready to face the newest phase of nature called life ..

As time goes on the mother bird became busy with responsibilities over her head to bring up the new soul . She went to the jungle looked and searched for food to feed the baby and herself too . A little hard grass seeds which were easier to find but hard to swallow for the little one or the softer earth worms which were a little hard to find . But she continued to perform her duty with great responsibility . The baby was getting stronger enough to stand up on two feet, to move the wing a little bit but still far from acquiring enough strength to fly . He enjoyed the food brought by his mother . Often peeping out from the nest to see the outer world that his mother strictly forbade . And gradually the little fellow managed to achieve the ability to keep himself floating over air , which even human can only dream about . Yes !! he learned flying ..  He was potentially ready to release his soul towards the undeniable urges of the sky . From this branch to that . From here to there . Tearing the clouds apart and through the blue..

The mother bird wanted her son to learn how to hunt and find some food . But little one was really satisfied with whatever his mother could bring .. In the meantime the little fellow learned how to sing .. tweet tweet tweet .. such sweet song was really something new which came from someone new  to the whole jungle .. praises began to come towards the little twitter .. his song was like the wind touching the feathers soft and tenderly   .. like the thrill that felt by the little petals of grass blossoms after being kissed by morning dew .. like the slippery smooth rocks feels by being in the midst of an ever-flowing stream  .. like the comfort felt by the the grass hopper that rests  on the mossy carpet on stony  base of water fall .. Above everything his singing brought him pride and satisfaction .. But the Mother became more and more anxious of upcoming unknown .. which seemed to her as relatively closer than everything .. She felt low that her son was unaware of how to search find and hunt food ..

Years rounded .. Winter came again .. but this time with hells and storms .. silent pleasant forest became more and more fearsome as the mighty wind pounced as a demon over the trees ..color of sky suddenly changed into a dark asphalt .. broken branches were flying in the wind .. The young bird was holding the branch with all strength .. But The mother bird isn't home yet .. he tried to stare on the imaginary trail through which his mother went in the morning .. he kept gazing through the blurred scene with drops of rain often trying to get into dark of eyes .. But the mother bird didnt return ..

Rain stopped after two days ..The young bird Came down off the tree .. looked at the particular branch where the nest - his home once used to be .. he had no Idea where it is taken away by the storm .. He was aware of his mother isnt home for days now .. He was hungry .. but he found one most amazing thing .. that after this hell like storm lots of hard shell fruits which he or his mother couldnt broke to eat the pulp inside .. is lying broken on the ground .. he had a awesome snack .. and went up to the branches .. managed to tweet again with sored voice .. but his mother didnt return ..

After a week .. The real white winter came .. real cold snow .. green grasses were covered .. branches leaves all were covered .. no more trace of the  grass seeds or worms on the land .. As far as the bird eye could see through all were cold white snow .. The Bird was alone .. he was hungry .. but where to find foods .. all are snow .. he tried to call out his mom .. but the frozen tongue of his .. resulted no tweet .. He ran over the snow .. to find a little trace of food .. but .. !!   .. he returned to his branch .. gazed to wards falling flakes of snow with tears in his eyes .. his blurry eyes could see
her mother urging him to learn to find foods .. tear came down of the darkest eyes .. the snowy night didnt care for the drop that was shed .. The drop gradually lost in to the carpet of snow .. by leaving a very small mark of wound for a very small time .. as if the nature smiled silently  ..

The next day the bird fell down off the tree .. landed on the snow .. but had no power left in his muscles .. tried in vain to flap his wings once or twice .. slowly nerves felt relaxed .. brain seemed idle .. the smallest dot light immersed into the darkness of his eyes .. he tried tweet for one last time ... he opened his beaks .. but the beat of heart didnt last that long .. The last song which was never sung ended in starvation .. and  freeze .. in some time the snow covered up the feathery body .. looking up wards ..  suddenly the sky color turned into white .. !!!