*Here birdy is being taken in a feminine sense. Once upon a time there was a baby birdy, too ambitious and mature for her age, living in a small nest with her family which was her world. Her childhood turned out to be lovely. She used to wander alone and in her own world which she had all planned out. She was liked by everyone among her friends and at the same time was being feared by some because of her occasional mature weird behaviour. Nevertheless she learned to live and survived in this imaginary world of hers. Now the time arrived for the birdy to fly out of the little nest and face the challenges of the real world. She quickly learned to fly and acquired all the skills needed to overcome the challenges she might have to face. The birdy set along her journeys with her marvellous feathers and shining skin and sailed far from the nest many times. She was loved and adored by everyone she met on the path. She knew the manners and the code to crack for people’s happiness. She loved flying overseas. One day, she met a boy named V. She adored him and his sense of humour. The boy liked the birdy’s company as much as she enjoyed his. They used to fly along, play and eat together and talk all day long! It seemed to the birdy that V had been made to cross her path for herself. This was the first time that the birdy had opened up to anyone about her feelings, told anyone else about her world:
It seemed to the birdy that V had been made to cross her path for herself.
her real world. But, as it’s said, you can’t say to the spring: “Come now and last as long as possible.” You can only say: “Come and bless me with your hope, and stay as long as you can.” V left to achieve his ambitions leaving the heart of the birdy ruptured. She wept all day, couldn’t sleep for countless nights, lost interest in flying, blaming God for what had happened to her. She took the wrath on herself, fled all across the seven seas and rested for long. After all God had planned something else, something better for her. And in the next time, the birdy came again back to the real world. She lost all her faith in “love”. She accepted the situation as it was and felt that she could never be loved nor would she be able to love anyone else.
She accepted the situation as it was and felt that she could never be loved nor would she be able to love anyone else.
Scars take time to heal. She started to become sad at odd times. Her imaginary world made no sense to her now. Not until she met a marvellous looking boy. His name was D. He understood her, took care of her, and talked to her all day. They used to make fun of each other when they met. He offered her his friendship so as to rush away her pain and suffering. She felt happy being with him. There was something magical between them. They sailed along extreme pathways. One day, the boy went on flying alone and found a bird that he loved a lot. He fled with that other bird leaving the birdy alone. The birdy felt very sad and spent all her time thinking about him. All the memories of V surfaced in her mind. She remembered the time she spent flying with D, V, all the good times spent together. She thought of the day when she met them for the first time, flying contentedly among the clouds. She felt cheated, depressed and felt betrayed. But somewhere in the deepest of her heart she knew that it happened because of her and because of her sins. “The price to be paid.” Someone asked the birdy: “Would you go with D if he comes back to you so that you can fly with him once more across the sky”? “If I had allowed myself to have gone with them at the first place, then they would have loved and admired me more; alas it’s their loss”. B-)