Now that I know people actually read my post, it encourages me to write more. In the last week alone, I had around 170 unique visitors! I guess I have some silent admirers or silent haters or bots. Probably bots. (Not both but bots)
Story About A Bird:
There was a bird who learned to fly too early. Happily he flew. High as he could. From roof top to roof top. Around and around the building. Each flight had passion and young energy. Many saw the bird as young and naive. Many saw him as arrogant. The bird was just a bird.
Until one day.
His wings broke. Broken in a way, no one would believed the bird would fly again. Why would someone rob this bird of his ability to fly. Would the bird ever fly again?
As the wings broke, he fall down from the sky. Closing his eyes. His dreams. His ambitions. His hopes - flashed before him. As he hit the ground, he laugh. Silently, he laughed. In pain, he laughed. In agony, he laughed. When everyone else laughed, he laughed. When everyone pitied him, he laughed. 'There will be tomorrow' - he kept reminding himself
Silently he worked. With broken wings, he learned to fly. With broken wings, he really learned to fly. Fly like he knew flew before. Had his wings never been broken, he never would have learned to fly the way he did. He took the grief and pain and made it into something positive, something useful.
All the bird's dreams were broken when his wing broke. Within the pain and the broken wing, he saw his dreams. He took the broken pieces and put them together. Quiet and patiently, he waited for tomorrow to come.
He flies again. Higher than ever.
Amar Gandhi, 28