FLIGHT

He was very fond of flying high, and he did! His flight was majestic and without any imperfection. It seemed nature had embodied all the best options of flight in his feathers. The whole flock admired and marveled at his flawless flight. More than anything else, he believed in his art and skill and felt the sky below his feet when he was in the air. His exceptional art of flying made him reputed and he learnt to live with the badge of honor. 

“The fear of the loss of the desired dreams becomes the worst when you get access to them.”

Today, he had a quaint feeling that the peak of the mountain was inaccessible to his strong wings. He flew a thousand times that day, left no stone unturned to reach it but each time he failed. It was not that he could not fly, he did fly, reached it but……..

His Father: Why are you not on the hill today? That Kunjal is there.

He: I am trying, Father.

Father: What………?

He: To solve the riddle.

Father: Would you tell me or…?

He: Is that Kunjal or I?

Father: Are you out of your wits?

He: Father, look far away, there is a ray of light emerging from the black veils. Now the sky is clear, the darkness has faded and I am prescient enough to predict Kunjal’s future.

Father: What do you mean? What is Kunjal’s future?

He: Father, yesterday, the hill was under my feet…and I was its lord and master but today…it is Kunjal who now occupies it and …and…

Father: And… What?

He: Why aren’t you there, Father?  Once you were there on the top of the hill, too!