DESCRIPTION
It’s about a young boy wading through sands of time and his simple triumph in a belief that often took him to his sensuous childhood. This was an encounter with a pigeon and its own sweet way of showing gratitude to Rohit who unknowingly saved its life. Rohit, a simple country boy ‘well covered from head to toe with ears plugged to his favorite country singer’, could see more than met the eye as ‘These were the two eyes of Heaven watching over its children in their prayers and silent whispers’. This ‘encounter of a lifetime’ taught him to ‘let it be’ as opposed to calling it ‘ones own’. [516 words]
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
My name is Neeshant Srivastava, a Mechanical Engineer by profession, I love writing be it short stories or poetry. My father late Arun B. Srivastava was a prolific writer himself and his works were published worldwide. His is the sole person who encouraged me to write as he saw some potential in it, if developed, to reach higher level of skill and self expression. I have a deep interest in music be it those old Neil Diamond numbers or the country-folk songs of the late John Denver. [April 2005]
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Divine Pigeon Neeshant Srivastava
DIVINE PIGEON
Rohit often recalled his innocent and colourful childhood spent within the peaceful confines of Bamrauli Air Force station where his father served as a Squadron Leader.
Flipping records, he felt for his favorite singer with an ‘Emptiness deep inside’ created by an erratic college that ‘convened’ for short periods, before another strike closed it sine die.
And he could feel the arrival of Santa perched atop the fire truck tolling a large silver bell in his red and white dress. Or those evenings with friends, the slow hiss of dark bubbly cola, giving a near drunk feeling before shaking his head vigorously.
He had the tingling sensation of soaking in warm rain on the green lawns of Manauri Air Force station Mess, running in wonder.
And his favorite pastime, chasing butterflies among colorful and varied flowers on terraced flower beds. It was exciting to see such odd shaped creatures move and breath.
He learnt the art of catching butterflies from his versatile friends quite often ending in a feeling of compassion for these delightful creatures.
It hurt, to see those poor creatures suffer the whims of foolhardy humans. Those tails of myriad butterflies sticking out with hands and limbs thrashing out in pain made him wonder why he did it.
There was a joy in watching those wings of beauty closely on those warm evenings with hands on his chin. There were these giant black ones with pink and white spots on their thin wings or yellow streaked with black, oblivious to their surroundings.
It was a lesson in letting it be and it made him sad to see a dead butterfly as shriveled up and motionless.
He recalled his family’s efforts to tame a stray dog, Rover, ending in its insanity and sickness, wanting to be left alone. Rover did find his way back to his home on the streets, making up for lost ground in no time.
Or his dear little velvety, caterpillar squashed to a pulp rather early before being confined in an experimental shoe box with a pin hole view of the outside world.
So Rohit spent his days out of college gazing at doves trapped in cages on the other side of his boundary wall. These were forlorn doves, white and gray longing for company. Rohit, rather cowardly he thought, curbed his temptation to set these flying wonders free.
One fine morning as Rohit sat on the verandah, after a heavy breakfast, his mind was about to wander when he heard shouting and noise as two dark men with handguns on their shoulders approached the front gate. They broke in the confines of the house looking for something.
Rohit hurried out of his chair to offer help and couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw a pigeon in one of the trespasser’s hands.
Rohit turned violent in an effort to free the pigeon when he learnt that the pigeon was an evening feast for the trespasser and his family and they had been following its tracks for hours.
The trespassers had no argument for defense as they were on private property and after blood. The pigeon was set free and Rohit rejoiced in his victory.
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