He was listening to the lashing of rain drops against his window. They were in perfect melody. Singing in choir, the music of life. The lightening and the thunder were intensifying the darkness of night and setting the stage for the moons and the stars as if. He was rapt, lost in them.
It was enthralling for him after many days. The leaves were moving in sync with the breeze making a perfect arch.
Flowers were sleeping in the lullaby sung by the nature. He too would swoon soon he felt when the flash reminded him of Sanghaya’s work.
He opened the drawer and took out the red clothed diary of his. Softly he opened the pages to look for what he had asked and when he found the page suddenly there was a shriek and the feeble falling fainting voice.
He rushed. It was pouring heavily, so he put on his raincoat, took an umbrella and a torch and moved hurriedly in the direction of the sound. The water carpet was laid before him, it was a bit difficult for him to move, the voice was magnetically pulling him though.
Suddenly, amidst the logs that were covered with a sheet, he found something moving. He trodded and got tangled in one of the shafts, he pulled his robe for the voice was fainting and he wanted to reach before he could miss the source. His eyes noticing the feathers and trying to reach to the voice, quickly, he was grouping, moving faster, searching and looking, an anthill here, a lady bug there and then he saw the lying flying jewel fainted with eyes closed. He couldn’t belive. He didn’t know how to hold it. He wanted to save her.
While he was thinking he felt a tap on his shoulder, “Aum, let’s take it to the shelter.” Smiled Aum at Sanghya.
He winked and said, “I read the page: It’s about giving yourself, who you are and with whom you are in that moment.” Smiled Aum and holding the bird lovingly, they both moved towards the room.
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