April

The first two things that  I loved about you was your snow-white color and your orange beak. I remember the number of people who had come to my room to see my new birds which were a gift from a kind friend and how much everybody had turned their attention towards you my April. April. You were named after the birth month of the friend who gave you to me and your companion Jan was named after me. How fond I was ! How much I loved you!

You were a real fighter April. A soldier. You have been ill for days and in spite of all the illness, you have have been cheerful and full of life radiating a lot of joy around yourself. When I checked on you the night before I realized that something was seriously wrong because you weren't able to perch properly and something was wrong with your feet too. I was scared that you would die. I tried touching you with a pencil just to see if you were doing fine but still you wouldn't budge whereas ordinarily you would fly away to the top of the cage if I came anywhere near your cage!

I am going to miss you a lot April. Jan is already lonely without you. How I wish you did not have to leave the both of us! I love you a lot little birdie. I hope someday soon I will be able to hear the noise of your chirp awakening me early in the morning and the shadow of your wings on the walls before going to sleep. Rest in Peace. 

Mommy? Daddy?

I am waiting for your footsteps; I am waiting for you to call my name. 

Mom, dad could you please make it sooner? I have been waiting for a long time. I don’t know where I am going now but I don’t wish to wait any longer. I can see the eagle soaring up there in the sky. I can feel the melancholic breeze touch my dead face. There are so many weeping people here mommy, with mud in their palms. There are many men with black coats too who look just like you daddy. There are soap bubbles in the air. There is this sound of the wind-chime coming from far away. But where are you mommy? Where are you daddy?

Please mommy I want to see you for the last time. I want to see your beautiful face when I am gone far away. I want you to hold me for the last time in your warm embrace. I want to rest on your lap and feel your fingers run through my hair. I want to be your daughter for one last time before I leave for the eternal uncertainty. Mommy tell daddy to come see me too. Tell him that I regret all the unfortunate events that led to this. Tell him that I still remember him as the person who carried me from home to kindergarten in all the weathers. Tell him that he shouldn’t be sad. Tell him to let go of things that we can’t control. Tell him to take care of you. Tell him to come. Please tell him to come. I will be gone mommy; I will be gone forever. And if you come after that I won’t be able to hear you then. I won’t know if you ever came back. (…to be continued)