As he finished the drink, rubbed burned cigarette butt on the wall which has signs that this scrapping was a ritual... the turned to go back to the room. His attention was caught by a pigeon trying to adjust itself in small space on the wall.
"Birds... Now they have no trees to live upon... they settle themselves in tall buildings, towers and poles. There is no bird community here... while at trees there are hundreds of them chirping... in mornings and evenings..." he thought.
His lifestyle has left no space to enjoy the little things in life... there was a time when he used to keep enough grains for these birds. He came back into the room... looked around and asked himself... is this what I always wanted? was it for money? was it for family? was it for self satisfaction? what was it for that he's living this way since last two years?
"Birds... Now they have no trees to live upon... they settle themselves in tall buildings, towers and poles. There is no bird community here... while at trees there are hundreds of them chirping... in mornings and evenings..." he thought.
His lifestyle has left no space to enjoy the little things in life... there was a time when he used to keep enough grains for these birds. He came back into the room... looked around and asked himself... is this what I always wanted? was it for money? was it for family? was it for self satisfaction? what was it for that he's living this way since last two years?
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