The Sparrow and her Baby.

It was a windy day. The Sparrow peeped from the nest, just a little bit. Her feathers tickled and she giggled retreating into a cosy ball again. Oh, what a nice nice day. The chill air always made her feel nice all over. And the wind was so kind to her. He brought her love messages from the neighbourhood flowers which she breathed in gleefully. He brought her little friendship tokens from trees- leaf blankets, twigs to decorate her nest. However, the wind sometimes forgot how powerful he really is. In his excitement to deliver the messages, gifts and what not, he would rush in, scaring her little baby! She would then spread her wings to bring her baby closer and then… aah, now I get it, Sparrow chuckled. In his own way, the wind is reminding me that my days with my baby may end anytime now. Her wings are gleaming and she is already becoming restless with them. I must gather all the hugs I can get! Sparrow sighed. She cuddled herself closer and felt the slow rise and fall of her little baby’s heart. “When she takes flight, so many things can go wrong.” A little voice whispered as she was drifting off. She sat up in brisk horror. Wide awake, she spent the next few minutes thinking of the worst scenarios and weeping to herself while her baby slept through it all blissfully. Suddenly, Mr. Wind brought in a dried up flower petal. She held it close and remembered, “My first flight!” She went through the events of that day. It was cold with the dawn glowing afar. She had slowly moved to the edge of the nest, trying to take in the sunshine. And without realising, the nest had tipped and she fell into a dried up flower. Stuck between the tree branch and the ground, her mind had swiftly thought of how her Papa flew. She tried to spread her wings and flapped them. She managed a few, started falling again, but by then Papa had seen her and swooped her up. What was that feeling she had felt? She could have died but she distinctly recollected that she had not felt fear. In those moments when the wind had carried her for the first time, it was ecstatic joy and nothing else. “That’s when Mr. Wind became my friend.” Sparrow smiled to herself. Now, all she wanted was for her little baby to experience that kind of joy. And she couldn’t wait to experience the pride she would feel, watching her baby soar, knowing all the incredible things she could do. “Mr. Wind, take care of my baby, will you?” Sparrow gave her baby a little peck and a thought floated through her head before she fell asleep- “She hatched from an egg for me, and now she will hatch out of being my baby. What an incredibly sad and euphoric moment, all at once.”