I tried to let it go but…it revisited!
I tried to move on but…it followed!
The culprit is – Hope!
hope lured it back…
hope showed it the track…
hope accommodated it on the top rack…
hope let it seep in through the crack…
hope has this uncanny knack…
hope…doing all the damage behind my back!!
Now running the invincible race…
…to save the grace!!
Let’s see what’s still there to face!
Someone close to my heart once said:
“There are many things we want from life,
there are many things we want in life,
but it’s not always possible to have it all.
The grace is in letting go and move on.”
I just replied!
The baby Mynah
As I was clearing some mess around my blog a soft but urgent chirping distracted me – for the third time that day!! I went outside and saw a baby Mynah on the floor right under the air-conditioner of my neighbor. I picked it up and relocated it to its nest atop the AC. As I was getting down from the stool after that relocation, I saw the baby again at the edge of its nest; a clear indication of a third fall in the making! I brought down the baby and took it inside with me. I decided to keep it with me, not as a pet but just as a ‘new mom’ to nurse it till its fledgling days!
The separation from its family was obviously sad but it was for the safety of the new born. Lying helpless on the floor after its fall, the baby was an easy prey for a crow, lurking in disguise. At night, the papa and mama Mynah were making some hopeless feeble noises. I was somewhat happy for not understanding their language ‘coz it would’ve made me more sad to understand a parents’ pain after loosing their baby! This was a true epitomization of Lonely together!
An anxious mother!
They (the adult Mynahs) were lonely in their nest and their baby was lonely in its cardboard box! It was a difficult situation for me coz quite ironically, I was trying to save the baby and at the same time I was the same guy who was involved in this separation between a mother and its baby…ah, how difficult situation that was!
I Googled whatever help was available on ‘a rescued mynah’. I found some very important links and tips as to “never try to gulp down water down the throat of a mynah as they require a very little water to survive and extra water can prove to be fatal!”
A makeshift shelter
On the third day, my sister woke me up to a terrible news – the baby mynah was dead! I was heartbroken and started feeling terribly low! The feeling was same as I felt after watching that heart wrenching movie – Grave of the Fireflies!
I was broken and confused and guilty! I knew no one will care about the death of this poor baby, no relatives or friends will shed any tears, no media will cover it, no police will investigate this case, no obituary in any newspaper…the irony of dying an insignificant death! But my heart didn’t stop to sunk further and there was a guilt in my heart…guilt – the heaviest entity on this earth! I didn’t know, whether I could’ve saved that little life or not but I was cursing that moment when ‘the fall’ took place as this tiny incident had broken me to the core!