A Strange Story
It was a sultry morning and I was gaping out through the window of my bedroom when I first saw her. She was pretty to say the least. Pretty doesn’t sum her up actually. She was extraordinary. Amazing. Beautiful. Actually I had never seen anyone that much lovable before. Yes at first sight I felt like bringing her home and maybe telling my mum, “Well what do you think. She is good isnt she? Cant she come and stay here? Yes with me.” I don’t know how mum would take it. She would perhaps raise her eyebrows! Maybe she’ll say that I am not old enough to have her. I will not be able to look after her. Of course Dad’s view would count too but first I need to have mum on my side.
Well it happens that people really wonder and dream of the future without considering the present. So I concentrated on the present. What will she feel like when I approach her? I was determined though. My loneliness and boredom during these holidays need to hault and I need some enjoyment. Let me first try and get her to know me and behave in a friendly manner with her so that she feels that I am no stranger. The first time when you are approached by someone like this it might be natural for her to perhaps go away. Complain to her compatriots maybe. She might bring them to my place and create a huge roar. Well I cared for nothing and dared for everything. My adrenalin was rushing within and I badly wanted her. True it would be difficult to get her and keep her with me without any hue and cry but I was ready to take the challenge. Moreover I had never seen her before nor do I know any of her close mates. I havent had the slightest idea either of how to go about the whole thing. Well other guys of my age are absolutely trained in the “trade” and two of my closest friends have managed to keep them at their homes without much fuss. So why should I fear.
So a very enthusiastic me ran down the stairs, two at a time, to find her in the passage of our driveway. Maybe she has lost her way. Well helping her could be the way to start. How do I go near her? If she goes away once she sees me? If she begins to hate me immediately? I want her and I know why. She is sweet, she is cute and I have had enough of a bore at home sitting alone and doing nothing. I was once again gaping at her when for the first time she saw me. I took a footstep towards her. She moved back one step. I moved up further. She moved back further. Just then, imagine my luck, my mum called me and I had to answer her. When I turned back she had left. It was such a shame. I didn’t even know where she came from. Where do I go for her. The world seemed empty. I felt like screaming at Mum. Its all because of her and her sense of timing. I ran upstairs and fuming with rage blasted at her. “What do you want?” She was dumbfounded at my behaviour. One thing I know is that nothing is kept hidden from a mother. She understood something was wrong but didn’t persuade me to reveal. That night at dinner I knew from my parents’ behaviour that something is being suspected and that my father is not in the dark either. Anyway I gulped down the food and went to my bedroom and slammed the door.
That night I dreamt about what I knew I would. Her beautiful eyes were staring at me. I was looking at her. I went closer to her. She didn’t move back. My heart was beating at the rate of thousand per minute maybe. I moved closer. She still didn’t move back. Finally I put my hand on her head. She closed her lovely eyes and I opened mine. Yes I woke up. With sweet memories. Why don’t dreams come true? Will it come true today. Will I be able to see her again and do what I did in my dreams. At first go she would be reluctant though and wont allow me to. As days will go she certainly will I am sure. But for that I need to find her. It was 8 in the morning and I saw her entering our driveway today as well. I was delighted. Such a fabulous thing could happen to me. She has lost her way again has she? But twice in two days? I felt not. Something fishy was going on. I ran downstairs today as well. I was shocked to see what I had feared. She was not alone today. She had her husband and two children with her. Then why does she come here? In any case now I was feeling guilty. What happened last day was for the good then. Thank God my Mum interrupted me for otherwise I would have committed a sin of seperating a mother from her children and a husband from her wife. She wouldn’t have been able to protest either. I am much more powerful than her and would have easily captivated her. Yes captivated her. She being an innocent parrot couldn’t have done anything. Maybe she would have screamed for help but chances of getting them were few.
I let her alone and decided that she is pretty and beautiful only because she is amidst her kind and its not right for me to have her as a pet. I can do other things during my holidays like writng down this note but I will not captivate a young bird. Cheers to them, may they live long as a happy family. Thank You Mum for preventing me from committing a thing which I couldn’t have pardoned myself for.
It was a sultry morning and I was gaping out through the window of my bedroom when I first saw her. She was pretty to say the least. Pretty doesn’t sum her up actually. She was extraordinary. Amazing. Beautiful. Actually I had never seen anyone that much lovable before. Yes at first sight I felt like bringing her home and maybe telling my mum, “Well what do you think. She is good isnt she? Cant she come and stay here? Yes with me.” I don’t know how mum would take it. She would perhaps raise her eyebrows! Maybe she’ll say that I am not old enough to have her. I will not be able to look after her. Of course Dad’s view would count too but first I need to have mum on my side.
Well it happens that people really wonder and dream of the future without considering the present. So I concentrated on the present. What will she feel like when I approach her? I was determined though. My loneliness and boredom during these holidays need to hault and I need some enjoyment. Let me first try and get her to know me and behave in a friendly manner with her so that she feels that I am no stranger. The first time when you are approached by someone like this it might be natural for her to perhaps go away. Complain to her compatriots maybe. She might bring them to my place and create a huge roar. Well I cared for nothing and dared for everything. My adrenalin was rushing within and I badly wanted her. True it would be difficult to get her and keep her with me without any hue and cry but I was ready to take the challenge. Moreover I had never seen her before nor do I know any of her close mates. I havent had the slightest idea either of how to go about the whole thing. Well other guys of my age are absolutely trained in the “trade” and two of my closest friends have managed to keep them at their homes without much fuss. So why should I fear.
So a very enthusiastic me ran down the stairs, two at a time, to find her in the passage of our driveway. Maybe she has lost her way. Well helping her could be the way to start. How do I go near her? If she goes away once she sees me? If she begins to hate me immediately? I want her and I know why. She is sweet, she is cute and I have had enough of a bore at home sitting alone and doing nothing. I was once again gaping at her when for the first time she saw me. I took a footstep towards her. She moved back one step. I moved up further. She moved back further. Just then, imagine my luck, my mum called me and I had to answer her. When I turned back she had left. It was such a shame. I didn’t even know where she came from. Where do I go for her. The world seemed empty. I felt like screaming at Mum. Its all because of her and her sense of timing. I ran upstairs and fuming with rage blasted at her. “What do you want?” She was dumbfounded at my behaviour. One thing I know is that nothing is kept hidden from a mother. She understood something was wrong but didn’t persuade me to reveal. That night at dinner I knew from my parents’ behaviour that something is being suspected and that my father is not in the dark either. Anyway I gulped down the food and went to my bedroom and slammed the door.
That night I dreamt about what I knew I would. Her beautiful eyes were staring at me. I was looking at her. I went closer to her. She didn’t move back. My heart was beating at the rate of thousand per minute maybe. I moved closer. She still didn’t move back. Finally I put my hand on her head. She closed her lovely eyes and I opened mine. Yes I woke up. With sweet memories. Why don’t dreams come true? Will it come true today. Will I be able to see her again and do what I did in my dreams. At first go she would be reluctant though and wont allow me to. As days will go she certainly will I am sure. But for that I need to find her. It was 8 in the morning and I saw her entering our driveway today as well. I was delighted. Such a fabulous thing could happen to me. She has lost her way again has she? But twice in two days? I felt not. Something fishy was going on. I ran downstairs today as well. I was shocked to see what I had feared. She was not alone today. She had her husband and two children with her. Then why does she come here? In any case now I was feeling guilty. What happened last day was for the good then. Thank God my Mum interrupted me for otherwise I would have committed a sin of seperating a mother from her children and a husband from her wife. She wouldn’t have been able to protest either. I am much more powerful than her and would have easily captivated her. Yes captivated her. She being an innocent parrot couldn’t have done anything. Maybe she would have screamed for help but chances of getting them were few.
I let her alone and decided that she is pretty and beautiful only because she is amidst her kind and its not right for me to have her as a pet. I can do other things during my holidays like writng down this note but I will not captivate a young bird. Cheers to them, may they live long as a happy family. Thank You Mum for preventing me from committing a thing which I couldn’t have pardoned myself for.
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