There was a bird that lived by the sea side on a high cliff. One morning he headed for the sky from his nest gleefully wondering over the new rising sun. Suddenly he felt something going down and away from him. He angled his eyes towards it; a shivering impulse passed his body. It was a feather, his own feather, floating on air. He was frightened and his own image popped up from the thin air........featherless, ugly. How will he fly if he keeps losing them? He will lose everything. The sea will engulf him or his body will be shattered on the rocky cliff.......blood patches covering every bit of him. He closed his eyes while afloat.
Time passed as it always used to. He still sheds feathers but he does not feel frightened. He knows he is growing up. He has realised, it may be that he cannot see but for each old one he is getting a new one. Whenever it happens, he gives it a smile, picks it up and keeps it safe in his nest where the others, the old ones wait for the new entrant.
Bhargav
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