Man and a sparrow named “chioo”: 2

Man and a sparrow named “chioo”: 2

There was a man and a “chioo”.

Once, all the frames of ancestors and gods were removed for cleaning. He and she chioo flew bhurrrrrr away. Chioo’s nest-home behind the photo-frame came down to earth, straws scattering on the floor. One chioo baby, injured and frightened, was trying to fly, but in vain. Then, loosing hope and engulfed in fatigue, it was lying there with beak wide open. He ran to bring some water. When he tried to pour few drops in the wide-open beak, somebody stopped him.

Sparrows won’t accept the baby-sparrow if he touched it. If any man touched it, it would be a castaway.

He was shocked.

Sparrows were twittering helplessly. He couldn’t listen.

He witnessed the death helplessly. He couldn’t do anything.

One nest-home was shattered forever. What does that mean?

But then, he didn’t realize that.

He knew nothing at that time.

There was a man and a “chioo”. Always flying and twittering around him, she was a constant member of the environment since his childhood. She was so familiar and homely that she had almost become a member of the family. She and many others like her. There were “kaoo”, “raghoo”, “maina”, “bulbul”, “bagale” and “moar”. Those self-dependent, self-sufficient and free birds.

But they didn’t like a man to touch them. They didn’t allow it. If a man touched them, ---

He was shocked.

So much alienation, distrust and fear in the familiarity? Why?

But he didn’t know that then. 

He knew nothing really at that time.