Love springs eternal in every heart,caged or free!!

They are my friend's lovebirds.They come home when she's on a vacation.Caged,they flit from the perch to the 'gerua' pitcher that hangs in a corner.Content in each other's company,the pair spends the day chirruping in the parrot-green enclosure.
                                   The powder-blue one with black strips on its wings is the male and the one with yellow and green hue his female companion.He's the first to wake up every morning,nudging his sweetheart to leave the pitcher for the perch.She takes her time,while he waits patiently.He swoops down to the container full of grains as she gazes at him lazily,hopefully lovingly.Aware that he's being watched,he revels in the attention.

          The winter sun from the window works like magic.The green beauty decides to join him in a game of catch-me-if-you-can.Soon beaks lock and instinctively know it's time to look back into the book.But it's difficult to ignore them for long as the blue one is soon filling his beak with grains and delivering them into the beak of his sweetheart.The heart goes out to his love as he painstakingly snips the leaves off stems of the coriander scattered on the floor of the cages and flies proudly to his lady love.She rewards him with a peck as he gazes indulgently.
                                       "She's hatching their egg,"explains my friend."They are made for each other."I agree but can't take my eyes off the true blue hero as the cage makes its way out of the gate.What a guy!He's shown that love must only be given,never expected.Love is patient and kind.It's touching and forgiving.Look around, it just happens.It springs eternal in every heart,caged or free.It's a story that lives on without an end,much like the feathery fairy tale.



Yojana Yadav

hindustantimes.com

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