Posted by: Lekhak June 30, 2014
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The sheer strength of the wailing and crying was enough to draw me to the window. They say we can see through darkness, but it really is our visionary sense combined with our auditory reflections that gives us the strength to identify the smallest of rats in the jungle. Well, now I have settled my family in this concrete jungle and objects are less visible, but even in the cacophony of a bustling city, I hear voices that have a distinctive note on them. The note of sorrow and the note of condemnation. I registered this note and I was drawn to their window.
I sat there, I knew I had to wait. I also knew the voice would come closer, eventually. They all need a lonely place to resonate the sorrow they are feeling. And eventually it happened, the girl showed up. She went into the room with shiny tiles sobbing, but then she cried loud as soon as she closed the door. I stayed quiet outside, I knew she would notice me eventually. And it happened, she looked at me, I glanced at her. She was confused, I was certain of my intentions. I knew my company would permeate through the glass window and that my calm eyes would give her the confidence she was looking for. No, I never met her dad, but I could tell that he was the source of her confidence. I couldn't take his place, but I could tone down the pain a little. After all, I had been through the same just a couple of years ago.
After our migration to this new city, my wife and I had settled for a nest not too far away from the outskirts of the city. Life was good, just until the day when we decided to leave our young lings in the nest and go hunt together.Like any other day, we would perch on two long poles adjacent to each other. We would then wait till the moles came out to pay their homage to the sunlight. My love, jumped up to the wire connected the pole that day, we did this very often to get a better glance at things down below. But this time she slipped and when she spread her wings to gain control, it touched the other wire right above the first one and she immediately fell down. My world was gone right there and then. I kept circling her listless body until a small girl approached us. No small girl could dare come near us, but this girl was brave. She held up my wife and looked at me. She had that confidence that I now have. She calmly put my love down and gave her the proper burial she deserved. Every now and then she would look at me giving me more and more confidence to live, to live for our young lings. That was the day I flew up to the height I had never flown. I was crying but I was determined too; I made it a mission to live for my young lings, and to help those who went through similar pain.
The crying had subsided and she was just staring at me now. I tried to convey to her that I'd be right outside whenever she needs me. And I held to my promise, for next few weeks, I made it my routine to visit the girl. As I felt she was stronger, I knew it was time for me to move on so that she can be independent and as strong as she used to be. For next few weeks, I routinely checked her out, this time very discreetly. She was back to being miserable, but I thought it was necessary for me to stop being her crutch, I knew she didn't need one. Once I felt she could take it on her own, I thought I'd reveal my presence one more time. She was elated, I was happy as I cried within. I saw the same love in her eyes that I had missed for years, she was more of a support to me now that I was to her.
I no longer posses any strength to fly now. I lay perched here in my nest, counting my days. I, however, feel satisfied with my life. I know the girl is stronger, I chuckled when I saw my wings on her back the other day. She loves me still and I love her. She was my strength and I know she will be a strength for so many more too. Here's to my second love.
-Lekhak