It was long pending. Now as the marriage date was around the corner, we thought Renovation of complete house might take longer and also shall affect the budget. So we decided just to go with the hall room. Being an old house walls were in quite bad shape. some self proclaimed expert relatives and friends of my father suggested to drop the idea of putty and go for complete tiling of the walls.
It was not a bad idea. Sighting the ever lasting problem of paint dropping off the walls due to moisture, we thought that will be end of it forever. After some online research i found that it was trending as well.
After few days, when all was done and i looked at the hall, it was changed completely. It was looking good but i felt there was something which we had missed. i couldn't find what it was.
While having lunch, a took few grains of rice and tossed it towards the window. and then it struck to me. For few days i was not seeing it. It was gone. The bird, which was always there to share my lunch, which used to live in the small hole in the top corner of the wall, which was also an opening for the electric wire connected outside. We had closed it. Our construction had destroyed it's home.
I couldnt eat anymore. It was no big deal if you think in a way. But somehow i felt terrible. I told my father that we need to open it back. I dont know if it was the same bird, but i have seen a bird always there. have seen it falling down after hitting the fan and flying back, i have seen small babies of it jumping down on the ground and shouting whole afternoon till their mom came and struggled to put them back.
I was so used to of it that i tossed the rice even after not seeing it since the construction started. I hated myself for ignoring such an important part of my day. I realize it now and i wanted to make it right.
'It must have made a new home somewhere else. its been days we have closed it' was the response of my father. I always knew he was way to practical for such things. i looked to my mom and she just gave a sympathetic smile. It didnt feel any less guilty.
Whole day in back of my mind i thought it was my fault to make someone homeless. My parents dont expect a grown son of them to behave like a child. I didnt. I never asked to open the space again.
Next day I bought a wooden bird house. My mom was little surprised to see this. They never thought that i was so attached to it. Even i didnt know till i lost it. This is how it works. You dont know what small things unconsciously become integral part of your life, till you lose the very same thing.
I fixed the birdhouse in the top corner of the wall. It made me feel good. Next day while having lunch I tossed few grains of rice and waited.
It did not come back. I still throw few grains everyday in hope of it to come back. It never came. It is gone for long now, if not forever.
I still sometimes throw a glance towards the empty hanging birdhouse.
It was not a bad idea. Sighting the ever lasting problem of paint dropping off the walls due to moisture, we thought that will be end of it forever. After some online research i found that it was trending as well.
After few days, when all was done and i looked at the hall, it was changed completely. It was looking good but i felt there was something which we had missed. i couldn't find what it was.
While having lunch, a took few grains of rice and tossed it towards the window. and then it struck to me. For few days i was not seeing it. It was gone. The bird, which was always there to share my lunch, which used to live in the small hole in the top corner of the wall, which was also an opening for the electric wire connected outside. We had closed it. Our construction had destroyed it's home.I couldnt eat anymore. It was no big deal if you think in a way. But somehow i felt terrible. I told my father that we need to open it back. I dont know if it was the same bird, but i have seen a bird always there. have seen it falling down after hitting the fan and flying back, i have seen small babies of it jumping down on the ground and shouting whole afternoon till their mom came and struggled to put them back.
I was so used to of it that i tossed the rice even after not seeing it since the construction started. I hated myself for ignoring such an important part of my day. I realize it now and i wanted to make it right.
'It must have made a new home somewhere else. its been days we have closed it' was the response of my father. I always knew he was way to practical for such things. i looked to my mom and she just gave a sympathetic smile. It didnt feel any less guilty.
Whole day in back of my mind i thought it was my fault to make someone homeless. My parents dont expect a grown son of them to behave like a child. I didnt. I never asked to open the space again.
Next day I bought a wooden bird house. My mom was little surprised to see this. They never thought that i was so attached to it. Even i didnt know till i lost it. This is how it works. You dont know what small things unconsciously become integral part of your life, till you lose the very same thing.
I fixed the birdhouse in the top corner of the wall. It made me feel good. Next day while having lunch I tossed few grains of rice and waited.
It did not come back. I still throw few grains everyday in hope of it to come back. It never came. It is gone for long now, if not forever.
I still sometimes throw a glance towards the empty hanging birdhouse.
