I do not know how small a creature I was in my childhood. I only remember that we, the three brothers, lived in a nest on an upper branch of a banyan tree. Our mother used to visit us from time to time, and feed us something from her beak. Very soon, we grew up and learnt how to fly. Now we, the three brothers, began to fly in the sky Now we found out our own food from here and there. Our mother lived with us in the nest at night. She did not worry about us any more. Because we had become self-dependent. I flew in the sunny morning clear sky with a flock of birds, circling and diving, and again rising up.
My wings have grown stronger day by day. Now I fly over the hills, the streams, the palaces and the cottages. I see men and women, some in bright dresses, and some in tattered clothes. From high up in the sky, I see everything in a tiny form. I am a happy bird. One day I will become old and weak. Maybe I will die like my father some day in heavy rains and storm or being electrified by the overhead bare wiring on the public road.
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