Once day a beautiful nightingale came at my window. She sang a beautiful song and drew my attention. I felt deep pleasure in the sweetness of her voice. I gave her one berry and she left. Next day, again she came and sang more beautifully, I gave her two berries. From that day onwards, she began coming daily. Every day she sang more beautifully and I gave her more berries. Sweetness of her voice touched my heart and lingered with me whole day, making me happy. Gradually, she became my habit. I waited for her visit every day and the day she didn’t visit me, I felt restless, I felt lonely, I felt something was missing. One day I decided I would not let her go, I would keep her with me. That day, when she came I caught her and pushed into a cage and closed its door. Then, I asked her to sing, but she didn’t. I gave her many berries, but she refused to sing. I felt sad. I didn’t like her silence. I thought she would be happy being with me. Alas! It didn’t happen. At last, I freed her. But, I wanted to hear her song.
She suggested me to visit a nearby garden in the evening and to sit on a particular bench under the oak tree she mentioned. But, there was one restriction that I had to close my eyes, only then she would sing for me. I agreed and then on, I began going there to listen to her. There she sang more cheerfully than before. I was not able to see her, yet I was happy. At least, I could listen to her voice and feel pleased. Daily, I left some berries for her on the bench. Day passed by, week passed by and it had been a month that I had not seen her. Urge arose in me to see her while listening. But, I controlled as I didn’t want to lose her. It went some more days, but one day I couldn’t resist and opened my eyes. I rose from the bench and moved to the other side of the tree. And the scene I saw left me freeze. On that side of the tree, there was another bench where a man was sitting and my lovely nightingale was on her shoulder singing cheerfully. Both were swaying and enjoying. Tears flowed down my eyes; I came back leaving some berries on the bench.
Comments
Arif, I have crossed my heart that I will keep myself away from expectations. Thanks for your comment Bro.
Setareh, Thanks for your kind wish and comment.
Nimzaf, I am glad that you liked this story. Please tell the story to your daughters except the last part. I'll try to write more. Thanks Bro. Thanks for boosting up my confidence. :-)
Grace Ra, Thanks. No she doesn't. Now, she doesn't talk to me.
Onee-chan, Really! Aweeeeeeeeeeeee :-) :-)
Elen. Same me same end. What would I say? :-) I take your advise. Next time, I'll try to write something different. Thanks for your nice comment.
May in the kitchen, Ya it is out of reach........ in the kitchen, especially in May. :-) Kidding
Noaspls, you think I am gifted to be able to listen. Sure I am a good listener. If your cute avatar that cat comes and say meowwwwwwwwww, I'll happily listen. :-) :-)
Thanks for your kind comment. :-)
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