Two queer swan-like, strong when alone, decided to go the ‘united we stand’ way and cohabit, most randomly. The Grey Sparrow suggested on looking for a place and the Red Bird hugged her in approval.
The Red Bird appreciated a lot in Grey Sparrow, and a lot which sometimes only meant a-nothing. They zeroed upon a place.
The contended couple which they assumed themselves to be, decided to build a home with only 100 and the finest (most accessible and the longest among most accessible) straws. “We shall collect those which shine like the wheat in the sun,” went on the Red Bird his vision blurred with dreams. “They needn’t have sheen,” knock-knocked Grey Sparrow.
The idea of owning a house failed to excite the Sparrow, like everything.
On her customary hunt, she saw a straw of the most usual kind. She took it for granted (Predominantly because she knew she was in Love now and it was fairytale love). She picked up the straw and that day, flew higher.
This was a day, the first of its kind when she looked forward to going back home.
She reckoned with the straw’s discomfort. She carefully adjusted her Delight in a way that she held it less tightly and more cautiously. The straw nevertheless, repelled.
She rolled her tongue in a way as to express her sudden eternal love for the straw.
To this, the straw fiercely ducked out of the queer duck-like’s beak for it had never heard of any relationship between it and straws other than the established brickinthewall one, and nothing ‘symbiotic’. And the more uncertain the straw’s actions seemed to it, the faster it tried falling to the ground. The straw decided that it hated the Sparrow. The Sparrow, with a head rush, could only chase, scream, plead and cry.
The straw fell faster than the gravity could permit it and was gone.
The Grey Sparrow perched in the clouds and waited for them to turn grey. When she failed to reason out why didn't she end up with the Cinderella ending in her fairytale, she waited to camouflage in the sky until it would thunder and evanescent her.
Back down and far away, the Red Bird fixed the 99th straw and placed the grains beneath the straws and waited for his Sparrow. Soon it started to rain. But the Red Bird stood out and cold. He had been dreaming to enter their all constructed house together. He now shivered and smiled recalling how the Sparrow always knock-knocked-and-out his ‘air castles’. . .
When lightening struck, he didn’t know why he cried.
Tue Jul 17, 2007 3:21 am
