Fly away, my love!

I was hoping against hope that you would pay a visit, at least, on the New Year day, for old times sake. But you did not. And now that more than a month has gone by, I resign myself to a life without your company. An incessant stream of your memories rushes through my barren heart. But thats not solace enough. It still hurts.

Even as a small child, my favourite pastime was watching you with awe. You could do things I could only dream of. Perched elegantly atop a tree, you would suddenly take to the skies. Having pierced the low-lying clouds, you would hurtle downwards like a shooting star, suddenly shifting into a gentle glide to alight atop the tree. And as if to congratulate yourself at the feat you would break into a celestial song, every note of which still remains preserved in my heartfor ever.

What poise, what grace, what melody, and, most enchanting of all, what fanciful flights! They kept me enthralled. I often tried to mimic you. Preened and pranced like you. And you lovingly watched.

I could never take physically to the skies like you. But you did train my spirit to soar to indescribable heights and to unimagined lands.
From childhood, to youth to the twilight of my life you have inspired me. A look at you and my blues would be blown away. A strange sentiment would suffuse my being. We were soul mates.

We had all the time in the world for each other in the sylvan surroundings of the small town we inhabited. There was no TV, cable, telephone, Internet, and of course, no cell phone or Blackberry to disrupt our communion. Life was bliss.

However, as I moved to the big metro to eke out a living, our trysts became infrequent. The big city boasted of record number of smoke-belching automobiles, arrogant skyscrapers obliterating the stars and the skies, ramrod telecom towers, maze of electricity poles and wires, and all the paraphernalia that development brings in its trail.

Noxious vapour reigned as numerous humans lived a miserable existence on pavements and along frothing sewage drains. In such a scheme of things, there was, obviously, no place for you.

I am reduced to communicating with the world largely through the gadgetry development has thrust upon us. Direct interaction with all fellow beings is becoming a rarity. You too have abandoned me. But I darent blame you.

Flap your wings, my dearie, and fly away to the deep jungles where mankinds greed-driven development may dread to venture.
But rest assured, you will continue to live in my heart. Till it flutters!

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