Your Love Costs Love Only!

By: Naveed Chandio
Submitted: 2007-01-17 16:23:58
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In the hectic routine of life, one must seek nature to bless the serenity of soul. Though life’s purpose is to attain happiness, joys, love and beauty, where GOD created death to let us strive for eternity instead of lying idle; one rarely acknowledges their worth rather one goes beyond searching food for their bellies and seeking statues of soft meat to satisfy their lust.

While coming from my office; such thoughts were haunting me. In such a tone of my mind and heart, I went to a bird shop to buy the nature’s beauty. I entered and saw the beauty which ornamented skies was caged in iron bars. It seemed as they had committed the most heinous crimes for which their freedom was captivated or perhaps it were the human crimes for which nature presented itself to undergo imprisonment in lieu of humanity.

I shunned off such depressing thoughts and stood in front of a beautiful cage in which lark was murmuring and posing with pride. He was only murmuring for he knew that everybody is aware of its magnetic lure and his pride reflected his appreciation of his own beauty. I smiled and touched the bars with love but he turned his beak away smiling devilishly. It assured to me that surely the birds and humans have been created by the same one GOD.I smiled at his gesture for it was human like.

I asked the shopkeeper how costly was he? He said; “Sir! The price tag is onto the cage.” The lark chattered loudly; perhaps he was laughing at my stupidity. I laughed at it too. But meanwhile I heard a bleak voice amplified in one note and suppressed in other. I t was a strange bird; looking from an old, dusty and wooden cage with a stealing eye. I gazed at him and in fear perhaps, his short interrupting and dull song got struck in his throat.

I ignored it and I paid five hundred dollars for the lark and took the beautiful cage. At this sight that strange bird bore a tear in his eyes. I seized, my heart throbbed and wept with a strange feeling. I approached the bird and asked the shopkeeper his name. The shopkeeper smilingly said; ”sir! It is a strange bird someone from North had sold it to me five months ago for a loaf of bread. But I call him as weeping bird, for whenever a buyer goes out with lark, pigeon, eagle or dove. He bears a tear in his eyes.”

My heart moved and I without thinking anything handed over twenty dollars to him and took him with me too. The weeping bird kept gazing me throughout the journey till we reached my room. I place them down, lit a cigarette, prepared a cup of coffee and sat beside them. The lark residing in the beautiful cage and the weeping bird caged in wooden.

I took the weeping bird and put him into the beautiful cage with the lark. Lark chattered loudly with flattering of his wings; perhaps he was welcoming the new guest. But it was not like that, for he flew to other corner. The weeping bird felt uncomfortable but sooner got adapted to it. But surely I never saw the weeping bird weeping again.

After few days, I observed that when ever I gave them food, Lark would come and then that weeping bird would approach the little left over food. I could not see this injustice of Nature. So I took them and set them free in open air. Lark and weeping bird flew away happily. I took a sigh of relief amplified with strange happiness.

Next day, I woke up early in the morning and saw the weeping bird standing in my window and lo! He was singing songs more magnetic and charming than that of Lark. While Lark stayed in the gardens amusing a thousand admirers. But for the weeping bird, it was only me. His charming songs gave me a note of love. After that he flew over my shoulder and touched her beak with my body and then flew away. That day I named him the “loving lure”.

Then after, he kept visiting me every morrow. For sure his love had bought my love, while I had forgotten the lark the day; I set him free.

NAVEED AHMED CHANDIO, A person with bundles of knots to untie. The thinking fuel for him has been love, beauty and the inner rebelion. Most of the times, he would prefere to let the things be interwoven for the beauty of life remains in having some reason to fulfil. He is a fairly good student of Nature and feels proud of it. The unthoughtfulness, cruelity, trachery and hatred are few things that he never liked or perhaps he never got aware of. Naveed chandio lives in karachi, Pakistan.

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