I went to my terrace this evening after a short but heavy rainfall and my eyes fell on a crow, who stood at the same place for an unusually long time. My mind wondered what it must be thinking or does it even have awareness of its consciousness? Every time its head moved, the feathers jumped a little, just half an inch. I tried counting but it was not a straight rhythm. Sometimes the head turned slightly and the feather didn't move but the feather jumped high whenever the head moved with a usual jerk. I decided to stay back and witness its journey, I thought I'd leave only when it decided to take flight.
Perhaps it was seeking its tribe, that might have flown off far midst the rain.
Perhaps it was awaiting its love, the one who promised to meet at my terrace.
Perhaps it was seeking sympathy, but ignored it whenever a flock sat around it.
Perhaps it was seeking answers about why I was starting at it constantly.
Perhaps it was lost since its flock flew to this area recently.
Perhaps it flew here alone and was seeking a flock to join, silently judging.
Perhaps it lost a loved one and was feeling too numb to fly anywhere.
There was a moment, it bended the tiny feet and took flight. Only to swing a little, like a hyperbola, and landed back at the same spot. I feel bad for you crow. Why do I feel bad for someone that stands alone? It seemed fidgety. It flew to the other part of the terrace where a crow couple were engaged in what looked like playful love. I saw our crow hopping closer to one of them. Are you seeking the same? Yes? Then why did you fly back to this side of the terrace again? Is it painful to witness love or you feel insulted with the rejection? Look, there are many old, wise crows coming near you, but you just stay here, why don't you move? Are you claiming your territory or are you too afraid to fly? What are you thinking, let me in.
Let me in.
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