This is a
story simple and plain; it’s about the sparrows and the grains.
When I was
kid, I watched on terrace birds of all kinds.
When I would
rub my sleepy eyes I saw them greeting early in the morning.
And on the
bench when I sat in sun, they chirped around me in a turn.
Black, brown,
green and grey…well daadi! Oh naani! What are their names?
This is
parrot, this one is crow and this is sparrow ah! look that is pigeon,
Hmm! I liked
that green but it remained silent; I hate that black it yells and screams.
That brown
one has dirty yellow beak and grey one is always out of reach
Hmm this sparrow
is auspicious one; she eats rice grains my grandma spreads.
Whole day
she remains on my courtyard and flutters here there all around.
She not only
chirps but her wings make a sound as she flew close to my ears
And so days
went by and so many the years……………………….
I grew big,
smart and busy; I have my own life with foes and friends;
I have to deal with them on my own terms.
I have to deal with them on my own terms.
I hear rock
music and metallic bells;
vehicle horns and all the crazy sounds.
vehicle horns and all the crazy sounds.
The ringtone
of my mobile mimicked all the birds on globe and in my ears is the latest i-pod.
As so many
years I never gave a thought; the journey was long, but it took me back.
To the old
paths I had now retraced; I see no grains scattered on my floor, naani in
heaven and daadi so old...
And one day
the moment was just perfect, when I was sitting on the same bench, with the memory in flash,
Back in the moment, I found no sparrows;
I felt no chirping and no wings resonance.
I felt no chirping and no wings resonance.
I felt as if
I have lost someone.
Where she’s gone? Why now I care the most..?
Where she’s gone? Why now I care the most..?
One morning
I came out rubbing my eyes, I scattered some grains and waited so long.
All birds
came one by one, the green, brown, the white, the black.. but..I could think
now what I have lost…
But every
day I kept the water and grain; shooed all birds out of vain.
Hey! This not
yours I am keeping it for her, don’t take what is not yours. Go away and tell
her to come.
They crooked
and screamed and cursed me a lot but I was living on some hope.
Then one day
I said she might not come as I never cared and took her for granted.
And still I
kept the water and grains, I let every bird have it and never shooed again
I watched
them daily the elegant flocks; their melodious songs and fluttering feathers
I had the
hope still and also reality accepted and one fine morning I came out rubbing my
eyes and I was amazed for what was in my sight.
Two tiny
sparrows were hopping on the terrace walls; I could not control my feelings of
enthrall!
I was so
happy. I sat on the bench in sun; the sparrows were chirping, fluttering in the
golden rain.
Feeding on
the scattered grains!
(When I wrote this poem, my daadi was alive, but now she too joined my naani.... love you both!)
editted on 18 july, 2016
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