It had been more like the knock-knock to the door of the world, when he started breaking the egg with his beak. He shivered as the breeze turned cold upon his thinly feathered skin, just after his eyes filled with exhilarating light and the surroundings. Within no time, mommy flew into the nest with some food in her mouth. She tried to give some comfort and warmth by rubbing smoothly against his wet feathers and sheltered him under her wing.
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Unlike every day, mommy returned with no food, early and she felt like doing something weird today to him. Suddenly, she waved his wing against him. He is out of nest. Within a moment, he is in the open air with his wings moving involuntarily, nearly over thirty feet from the ground. Breathing heavily and feeling his heartbeat, he continued to wave his arms swiftly. He managed to fell slow but he is not flying. Now, he can see the bush under his legs, terrified, waiting for him to fall. All of a sudden he felt something coming from back just below him, and a hit from below. Then out of mind he felt landed, and his ears caught a sound which he longs to hear daily. It felt like a moving nest, and arrived at the nest, the proud mommy and him. The feeling of being saved and safety is all over, and he forgot how he had fallen, like he doesn’t want to ask. That day particularly food felt too delicious and it was like a party night.
It never been always this way his mommy wanted to teach him how to fly, but struggling in each of it is the same. But, one thing that stopped him from struggling in struggling is the party later at night.
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This day, he felt to go in some other direction than he usually goes in search of food. He stopped on a tree beside a lake, when he saw a fish swimming across the lake piercing it in to two. He starred at the fish swimming for a long time. He admired it. No, more than that. He can’t able to come to his conscience as he was deeply into the beauty of the fish, water and swimming. He loved it to a mark that he was a bit jealous about the fish. After sometime all he can feel is envy.
Then he suddenly fell from the branch in to the lake and started swimming as the fish does. His wings became wet and heavy, then ——
Isn’t it, it is a justified thing to be envied of what he attracted to? Or
Isn’t it, he is attempting to become everyone?
Isn’t it, the life he got is limited? Or
Isn’t it, his destiny is mightier than any form of living and beauty?
Isn’t it, he is misplaced in this world? Or
Isn’t it, the same would be repeated?
—————– He is one of a kind, isn’t he? —————–