There was a bird sitting on the tree chirping at the highest of its pitch. With a coffee on hand I had time of the world to enjoy the chirping and think. In my thoughts I imagined the same bird in a deep jungle, I blinked and the bird in my imagination was now in old temple listening to morning bhajan of the temple, I fell in love with this bird, may be the bird also liked me as it looked into my eye and flew around and used to again come and sit in the same place within my sight. A thought then struck in my mind, which of these birds are happy is it the one in my imagination or the one sitting on the bark?
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Now both of them sat on the same bark, both talking to each other my bird started flying higher and abrupt may be to prove that it's happier I asked him not to strain itself but to relax. Don't know if it heard what I said, but they both were in talks and both flew away . .
Where they both in love?
Did they hate me to put them in competition?
Or did they want me to keep thinking about it?
-Nagabhushan
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Now both of them sat on the same bark, both talking to each other my bird started flying higher and abrupt may be to prove that it's happier I asked him not to strain itself but to relax. Don't know if it heard what I said, but they both were in talks and both flew away . .
Where they both in love?
Did they hate me to put them in competition?
Or did they want me to keep thinking about it?
-Nagabhushan
