To the Divine Mother for being the source :
To Neeru for her invaluable and loving support,
To Kamakshi for her human touch To Rajeev for showing us the light
To Ankita for her innocence that inspires
To Anushree for raising questions that made us think
To Rigveda for her critical insights and companionship
To Rama Devi Nina for her editorial support
And to the sparrow in all of us....
He knew he was dying. Through his failing vision, he saw the trophies he'd been so proud of, adorning the walls of his room. Now, in his last moments, he felt their worthlessness. The desire he had long suppressed of becoming an artist, a painter, confronted him.
Long ago, the plight of his struggling artist friends and the complete insecurity of his future had made him lose his nerve He fled the art scene and took up a comfortable desk job.
But the ghost of the artist never left him in peace, despite his affluence. It held him responsible for its murder. How would life have turned out if he had remained steadfast to his first love?
'Better! Would have absolved my existence. Changed me into a greater human being. All my life's work amounts to nothing! Tears of regret spilled from his eyes.
From the bed, he saw the sparrow he fed everyday land on the windowsill. Ironically, the sparrow never worried about tomorrow, but lived every day joyously. Unlike him; he had spent all his life securing his tomorrows. Now, all of a sudden, there was no tomorrow.
'If I get another chance... he murmured, before he died. With the wish on his lips.
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