One monday morning

Waiting for alarm to ring, I am watching the fan. Slowly slowly it keeps doing it's job. It's inability to reach anywhere after so many revolutions. I wondered what if it had been a wheel of some public bus? It would have got pleasure of watching so many people to reach their destination. The joy in their eyes when they see their loved one. The joy of covering one more extra mile to say "I care", but perhaps it's destiny is to be here.

When the wait is over me, I am outside. Something is different that day. I am feeling very light. I opened the door, watching from the balcony every thing looks same. Same old men going for a walk, same girl running with her iPod plugged in, the child on bicycle supplying people their daily dose of news every morning. A butterfly roaming around. It's beautiful, I told myself, I bend over balcony to touch it but it is on it's best. I slipped and closed my eyes, waiting for a thumping sound.

But there is no sound, I touched the ground from my hands but there is no ground. I opened my eyes slowly, I am flying closed to that butterfly. I feel scared but the feeling is good. I am flying high in sky. A bird is flying too near me, I told the bird that it is good to fly. He looked into me and said, "Yes, but not with you". I feel bad but started flying again.

But where do I go now? Yes, I have a friend. I wished I could see her sleeping but she is away... far far away. Still I will try. An hour long flight, my wings were tired now. I felt like hitting the ground every passing second but I continue. Wait, there is she. No wonder sun is still stuck at her window adoring that innocent face. A cloud is trying his best to keep sun away so that she takes a good sleep. I am watching her from here, thought I would wake her up. She will be so happy to see me there, a thought is coming in mind, will she? but i am waiting.

Something told me inside, let her sleep, dream a dream. May be she is living in her own world in dreams. Just wait beside her and catch her smile while she play with this world in dreams. A yawn and she is awake now. I am sitting just in front of her but wait, she will not notice me? Oh, I know. She is playing a prank on me... I am waiting but... it's no use. She is not noticing me, I felt like being torn apart in thousand parts. I called her with her name but no use. She is looking out of window now, but for what? Perhaps looking for future but I am waiting here.

Dejected and depressed I am coming out. I am feeling like I will explode any moment. Mom, my heart cried. As a child every time I spread my arms you were there, where are you now? My wings are tired and so is my heart. But I decide to go home. One more time I need to gather all my strength and fly. I fly high, high and high.

Ah, that's my house. It looks beautiful from this height too. Mom is there, preparing tea. I know she is awake from past two hours. She got fresh, milked buffalo, prepared some of the morning meal and now preparing tea. In the near by room all other are still sleeping.

I tapped her on shoulder from behind. she stopped working for a while and looked behind. Yes, I knew it. She would definitely notice me. I wish she hugs me once now. But she looked puzzled. I was puzzled too. She started working again but what about me? Now papa is here too. Mom said, perhaps she is not feeling, something is troubling her but something is troubling me too, I said aloud. But none seems to listen me today. Why? I asked to God.

I realized that it is Monday and i have to go to work, so started flying back. This time everything is a ton heavy, wings, heart and thoughts. I am above my room again. But I still have some time in my hand. I want a walk now. But everything is still looking same. Same parks, same people walking, running. Same group of old men laughing their troubles away in laughing club. I need a good laugh too... but why this dog is barking at me? I feel scared and rushed among those laughters. In those laughing faces now there is one more, one more voice but I am not able to hear my voice.

"I have a soar throat today", I told uncle near me but he is busy laughing. A group of bird is chirping around, "Life is good" now I told myself but those birds are in a cage in near by "home" or "a house"... whatever but they are not free like me... but why I am feeling free today?

Perhaps I am too tired today. I need a good sleep today. I came back... in my room. But who is sleeping in my bed and why? "Hey, who are you?" why doesn't he answer? Why he seems familiar? From the other side of bed... his face... wait... it is me. How come? Is it over? Now I know why the feeling of sudden freedom, why that flying experience, the dog and mom.

But I wanna live some more time... say sorry to many, thanks to all... perhaps I want to say "I love you" to my mom thousand more time. Tired... I lied on floor... I am feeling sleepy.. perhaps for final time... a loud ring is going on... perhaps the final call!!!

Someone is tapping on my shoulder... "wake up, your alarm is ringing from one hour...", "why you are sleeping on floor?"... wow... there is none on my bed now... I jumped in air.. but I am down again in moment... terribly hurted I feel good that I am not flying... I smiled... whole day I thanked everyone...

"what happened?" someone asked. "You will understand only if you were flying...", he is confused but I am happy...