Man and a sparrow named
“chioo”: 3
There was the man and the sparrow named
“chioo”.
She met him again in the college.
A girl with dancing eyes and flying mind. Always twittering and bubbling with
enthusiasm.
She sparrow “chioo” in the story
of “He-chioo and She-chioo”. And was he the He-chioo? Wandering around, trying
to attract her? Would they build a nest-home together?
Thus he felt. Did she feel the
same?
He didn’t know that. Such thoughts
had never come to his mind before. Such intensity of feeling, such longing,
such anticipation and hope. … And such apprehension and unknown fear.
He knew nothing really at that
time.
There was He and there was She.
Was she Chioo?
Chioo; who would clean and feed;
would protect and take care of the baby and would help the baby to develop. Who
would keep the house and make it a home and take care of everything.
And was he “Kaoo”?
Kaoo; who would be a vagabond,
wandering here and there, doing nothing; coming and going at odd times; thoroughly
irresponsible; always demanding; voracious eater with unhealthy habits;
shitting at odd places and spreading filth everywhere.
Why they got together and got
involved? But it’s like that, most of the times.
This he didn’t know. He knew
nothing really.
But the story should not be like
that. That’s what he felt.
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