i killed her 35 years ago....

Its more than 35 years but I still remember every frame of that ghastly evening….I must be around 11 or 12 then…..I cried incessantly for more than an hour… till the night zoomed in around me…. I didn’t take food that night….I remember…..it was dead of the night….and I was awake….still shocked….how could it happen…. How could I be so accurate….I never intended it….but….it happened….I was not at all ready to believe it…. It was such a nice playful evening as ever….I was playing with my friends in that private garden of one of them….hitting rubber ball at one another….I was always a good sport…..as the evening matured, the game was coming to an end, when I saw a bird sitting far away (it was a bulbul perhaps), it was around 12 to 15 feet away…and I playfully took a small stone and flew it towards the bird….and to my utter disbelief in a fraction of a second the bird fell on the ground like a lump…. I ran towards the bird….and there it was lying dead….. I was aghast….what happened…. I seemed confused….and within minutes I realized what I had done… taking the bird in my palm I cried and cried and finally graved it in that very garden where it was chirping a few minutes before….

Last evening when I was enjoying a sunset…. I shot this bulbul (off course with a camera)….the bird too seemed in a very pensive mood….watching the fireball go down….and watching the bird in such a gloom was no less than a sentence for me….once again I felt like crying for the bird I killed 35 years ago…..