A father was sitting with eyes
closed but from the corners of his eyes some irresistible tear drops glistened.
Outward tears were the visible outgrowth of an inward tempest. Behind his so
silent, calm and contemplative figure, there boiled up some excruciating
emptiness of not finding his loved child by his side. He sat alone and the
house was gloomily silent. He was a father and his lovely and cute baby, who
babbled and was giggling inquisitively to know the complexities of the world,
had been snatched from him by the mother. The father and mother could not stay
together. What was the conflict? Why did
the father live like a withered, leafless plant?
The silence of the empty heart
and also the empty house broke with chirping of a pair of house sparrows. The
bird-couple fluttered happily in and around the house and started weaving a
nest at the ventilator in one corner. It was their season. They worked in
perfect unison and the nest was ready for another new creature to take form. Their
growth and living was free from ego, free from criticizing, free from ignoring
the other……….
And the happy birds’ nest was
built in the empty house where the intelligent couple of human beings could not
live together.