Yesterday, I was filling the bowl with water for the birds when I saw something small, and, it was this cute little chick below the tree. It was so frightened and lay so still that I thought it was dead! I shrieked and told Manan and Richa di about it. Richa picked it up and took it inside. That little creature must have fallen from the nest as it was really small, we thought. Her heart was beating so fast and she wouldn't come down from Richa di's T shirt. It held her so tightly. Oh! She was beautiful and baba told that it was the chick of a red-vented bulbul. We made her sit on the window sill and she started chirping. Before I would notice, there was an even more beautiful bulbul sitting by her side. I think it was her mother. The next moment, she flew away with her. She sat on the neighbouring goose-berry tree and then flew away somewhere. We had only kept her for half an hour, but, I think it was a wonderful experience! I came to know, that, every creature of God is beautiful and a miracle in itself. Now, she must be somewhere with her mother. The chick looked so free with the bulbul (her mother) because she had no limits there. She had the vast sky where she could fly all alone with nobody to stop her. So, why would she be with us. It was good for her as now she was free without so many eyes staring at her like anything, trying to touch her and hold her, make her jump from here to there.
We should also be like the bird, free in imagination and speech. With no boundaries or limitations imposed on us, we can be confident and powerful in our thoughts. I am surprised that if we try to observe anything, the optimistic way, then, even a small creature can draw a lesson which would help us throughout our lifetime.
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