The Birds flew away. I stood a few yards away listening to all the din and ruckus that ensued. I felt oddly at peace with my surroundings and yet, a sudden melancholy was swirling around me. Like I was caught up in the eye of a calm storm that affected me by its ignorance towards me. Evening was just wrapping its arms around us. There were shouts going around as the birds prepared for their long flight. Why was it that I was so far away, smiling as I listened to the innocent fervour each one of them radiated? The answer was not simple nor was it entirely relevant to this particular day. Just some twisted logic on my part no doubt. The world is so simple, its we who make it complex – someone once said this, couldnt be more true.

I loved the birds. All of them. Loved them in a way an elder loves his or her juniors, as one would love and respect his or her elders. Yet, i knew my place was not with them or beside them, but far far away, living in my narrow little home with only a few of dreams and hopes of past, forgotten years. They are young while I love to dig up skeletons and cherish and covet them. Not to their liking i know.

There was a fluttering of the wings and last shouts all around as all the birds took to the air. Big and small, young and old…they all stretched out their wings, felt the air kiss the tips of their arms and letting out a final cry of unadulterated joy, took off towards north. I started my long journey back to my little home looking up now and then to watch the rapidly diminishing specks in the sky. Maybe, some of them looked back to watch me, some of them who threatened me and pleaded me to go with them. I could not see clearly. I picked up my load and walked out through the gates.

Some of them called me later on… I had no answer to give, only a blank expression and an adamant despair to cling on to the skeleton and not let it be lost again…

‘I see in your eyes the same fear that will take the heart of me. A day may come when the world of men fails, a day of shattered shields and wolves…but it is not this day. A day may come when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship…but it is not this day. This day we fight.  For all that you hold dear on this good earth, i bid you, men of the west…STAND!’……