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Wednesday, August 12, 2009

The Mockingbird

He was a mockingbird, a little hatchling. He had newly learnt to fly, from his parents. He dreamt - of flying to faraway lands, meeting other birds, and talking to them. He dreamt of making a nest in a faraway land. He told his parents of his wish. They were sad, but told him to go and chase his dreams and fulfil them.
One morning, he flew away. He flew over mountains, and rivers, and dense forests. He flew as far as his wings allowed him to. Tired, he stopped to rest. He found a cool stream nearby to quench his thirst. There were trees laden with exotic fruits to satisfy his hunger. There were none of the predators that his worried parents had warned him about. So, he was happy and content. He decided to stop chasing dreams, and enjoy reality for a while.

Over time, he forgot all about his dream. To him, his current surroundings seemed like paradise. He grew fat and lazy. Then, one day, he woke up to hear a new voice. The voice belonged to a beautiful sparrow. She asked him to tell her the story of his life. She made him dream once more. She made him believe in himself again.

He had his doubts, but he started readying himself for his long journey for he had begun to love the sparrow. But since he was busy regaining his strength for his journey, he was able to devote less and less time to the sparrow. Gradually, the two broke apart. One day, the sparrow flew away. He was heart-broken. He remembered all the happy times he had spent with her, and cried. He did not want to pursue his dreams alone. But, he forced himself to work hard, and prepare for his journey. He resolved to proceed on his journey alone.

He was almost ready to leave, when he heard a beautiful song. A little dove was singing a song - of sorrow and joy, of hope and despair. The song brought tears to his eyes. He requested the dove to sing to him everyday. And each day, the lovely dove would sing a special song for him. He began to look forward to listening to her each day. She became his isle in the middle of a desolate desert of emotion. Without even realizing it, he fell in love with her.

One day, when the dove sang a song that told a tale of love, he could stop himself no longer. With tears flowing from his eyes, he told her of his love for her. The dove smiled through her teary eyes, and told him that she loved him too, and wanted to be with him through his journey towards his dreams.

At the first light of dawn, they flew away together towards the horizon... towards their dreams...


Author’s Note: I wrote this close to two years ago. It’s not quite the best piece of writing I’ve done by a long shot, but it still is special to me in a unique way.


A journey called Life said...

has ur signature style.. crisp narration as always..

KUSH said...

u knw wht sumit ,this story is somewhat linked to my own story as well,nicely putted,gud work dude!!

mystish said...

mockingbirds, sparrows and doves:)

Sumit said...

@Aparna... thanks! :)

@Kush... thanks! I'm glad you could relate to it.

@Mystish... :)

Corinne Rodrigues said...

A beautiful allegory...

Sid 'Ravan' Kabe said...

Wow...nice isshtory...:D

The M said...

That was a really good narrative! And I cant stop wondering how it is related to u! No poking around, don't worry :-)

Well, it made me remember a story that we had in our English syllabus. Its been years now and I don't remember it exactly. But it was a bout a sparrow that decides to stay back with a statue even after her flock flies away for the winter. It had a sad ending though. Glad that urs was a happy one!



Nikita said...

it's cute :)
i can see why it is special to you. some pieces just are, regardless of their quality in a strictly literary sense!

i like :)

Roshmi Sinha said...


Sumit said...

@Corinne... :)

@Sid... thanks :)

@Manish... welcome to this blog, and thanks for your comments

@Nikita... thanks!!

@Roshmi... :)

Me said...

I remember Sumi..when i had Read this one ... last time,(a year back)..i had tears in my eyes..

you have this innate ability of telling a tale in a way , the reader feels, your narrating his story .. :)

Megha said...

If you don't know, let me tell you that you are a good story teller.

Not a bad idea to think of taking it as a profession :)

Sumit said...

@Dee... you are just too awesome! :)

@Megha... thank you for making my day. I hope some day I will be able to publish some of my work.

Shilpa Garg said...

Congratulations! Your this post got selected as Blogadda's Spicy Saturday Pick!! :)

Roshmi Sinha said...

Congratulations and celebrations!!! :)

Sumit said...

@Shilpa... thanks! :)

@Roshmi... :) Totally!!

Poonam said...

I came here via blogadda, and I loved your post. Its lyrical, and almost can be called the song of our life. :)

And I must tell you, I love happy endings. ;)