Nightingale Sings

                                                                

                   When I was a child ,I used to go to my maternal grandmother s home in summer vacations.It was a village surrounded by lush green foliage and ponds with water lilies ,ducks and variety of frogs.In morning I used to be  wake up by a loud chirping of different exotic  birds flying across the trees. One bird I encountered frequently was brown crow sized bird inside  bamboo trees. Once I saw a nightingale just jumping over the railing of the house .Everyday it was chirping loudly .I asked my grandmother what is the nightingale saying. I almost annoyed her by asking it repeatedly that my grandmother was compelled to give me some answer probably to get ride of me . I followed her all my summer as long as I could. I located her nest .It was at lemon tree which was at corner of house. I was very happy at that time.

                 In evening my maternal grandfather used to check out rice sapling s because squirrels were destroying it .I was accompanying him everyday.One day suddenly a strong wind came and array of Eucalyptus which was all around the border of field with similar distance started swinging.  it was very overwhelming for me to feel the wind and seeing the trees  swinging. One tree was too tall  so it was swinging more than any other one. I was feeling like to swing with it .All of  sudden I noticed that at the top twig of the tree there was a nest and a nightingale was sitting on it and swinging along the wind.My heart filled with tremendous joy .I was imagining the experience of swinging up there on the top with the wind. But the big question was why that tiny bird selected that particular tree with intense swing.Of course she likes swinging.

                Time changed as the days flew very fast .I am in the mid of my life with all the chaos of job, pressure of getting married and with no holidays. I managed to go there occasionally  somehow .Most of the times my grandparent lives alone because all of my cousin facing the same chaos.Now grandpa is too old to hold my hand .But I go whenever I am in my hometown. At this time of life grandpa don’t want to shout on squirrels. He just stare and watch fields with no emotions at all. Everything is same .Nobody cares about squirrels. All the trees are grown up and some fell due to storm.

                 But whenever look at array of trees I can not stop to imagine myself singing from the top of the tallest tree. What song I  have to sing ?  Do I have a song of love ,peace or happiness. I live in

concrete colony with a concrete heart.  Do we have a song of just being human and not try to just become a robot?  I miss those days when there was many dreams and days were long enough to live.

                  Let this nightingale sing though us day by day ,word by word and most importantly may GOD give us the desire to sing until our last breath.