Among them, one stood out, a white beauty with a black patch. Unlike her
squabbling companions, she exuded innocence and peace. Our bond grew; she'd run towards me, patiently waiting for her treat. After enjoying her meal, she'd perch on the parapet, a silent companion. When her flock took flight, she'd linger, her presence a soothing balm.This routine continued for months, a beacon of comfort in a
tumultuous world. Her cooing often reached my room below, a reminder of our
connection. Even during the rainy season, confined indoors, she'd visit the
doorway, a silent plea for her usual offering.
One unsettling morning, a thud on the studio roof shattered
the peace. Crows, usually tolerated, attacked me relentlessly. Returning to the
room, I waited anxiously, suspecting a snake had snatched a bird. The air
buzzed with the crows' incessant cawing, finally giving way to silence.
The next day upstairs, I found fallen feathers - pigeon
feathers. A snake swallows whole, so it had to be the neighbour’s cat, I
reasoned. But cat takes her kill to her hideout to eat. After much thought, the
truth dawned - an eagle. Its swift attack leaves no chance for escape, and it
devours its prey on the spot.
My gentle friend, the symbol of peace in a chaotic world,
was gone. While sadness lingered, a deeper understanding emerged. Some
creatures, like my feathered friend, touch our lives briefly but leave an indelible
mark, reminding us of the delicate balance of nature and the beauty of
unexpected connections.