To Be Free | Part One (Story)

Once there was a little bird living beside a town got a good nest. Its primitive life was full of hustle and chaos. Because, it had to follow struggling roads a lot and that never came into fulfilment as the days went on.

In the time of childhood, it saw disasters hitting one after the another and being a species of bird, it had to adjust to the whimsicality of the nature. There wasn’t the perfect shelter to settle in and for that so many issues were to be dealt with.

Being the child, the little bird was free of service that its parent provided early on. The male bird used to get up early in the morning and catch a flight to look out to distant land and deserts in search of foods.

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Collecting food wasn’t that easy task, the corns and seeds of fruits and vegetables are the dishes they eat as staple foods. The little bird could see the tough times passing on felt the bad luck when disasters used to appear every single season of the nature.

Many times the little bird gazed at the riverside and trying to fly to the nearer tree was a great practice it used to do. Not because that helped it to learn the circumstances well, but to know about how to fly and potentially flex the muscles of the body.

One morning it tried to fly out of the nest. It followed through some of the failed attempts, even falling from a great height. Eventually it landed on the branch of a lower tree and then had things get going.

On one occasion, it learnt to fly over the paddy fields and it didn’t even know how to move forward and win the moments time and merriment of being free, that it is the sole destiny each little bird shares.

It felt ecstatic merriment and then discovered one interesting thing as it followed on the roads.

[ To Be Continued ]