After having lunch, I, with a group of friends strolled to the garden for our customary to and fro in a rectangular shaped garden.
It has been our regular routine for the past one year in which we use to discuss various social issues and politics. In winters, more people used to join us to sunbath themselves as well as to take part in discussion. Sometimes, it used to grow into a fierce debate which would end without conclusion.
On one such day, when I came out for our accustomed walk, I saw a group of 2-3 people standing and brooding over something in the shade of neem tree. Out of curiosity, I tiptoed to the place. Here is what I saw to which I couldn’t resist clicking.
One of my friends stood holding a baby bird in the groove of his hand. It was also not ready to go anywhere as it felt safe in his hands. I wanted to take it from his hand but I feared that I might hurt it. We waited for quite sometime for her mother to arrive but we had no luck. All of a sudden, I saw another baby bird of the same kind hopping on a singular branch of neem tree. I guessed it to be it’s nearest relative. Hence, I advised my friend to place it near the other baby bird. He was reluctant. In fact, we all were due to the terror of monkeys all around the campus. But we had no choice. You can’t just keep such a small bird in your home because you don’t know the process of its upbringing. After all, we all have read the hindi story “Raksha me Hatya” by Munshi Premchand.
We waited for some more time for its mother to arrive but she could be seen nowhere. She might have travelled far off in the search of food for the family. With no option left, he transferred the bird from his hand to the branch of the tree. To my surprise, both of them started chirping as if they’re communicating something. Were they expressing their happiness after meeting again? I think yes!
We stood there until we saw them moving up and finally disappearing into the leaves. Perhaps they had home there.
– Shashank
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