Turning in early to write the blog with everything else taken care off, every chore that was required to be done has been completed and then finally sitting in front of a 14’’ screen turns into an amazing relief.
It’s so beautiful in Karachi, with minimum power cuts, moderate rains and 12 hours of dark clouds, fried snacks in a snug environment. With this much luxury and comfort around one can’t help but be truly grateful to the Higher Power for bestowing such blessings.
Few days ago a baby bird, a chick, fell from his nest right into our home. He was so young and weak that flying back to his nest was extremely difficult but his dad would always come down to feed him and to teach him how to fly. He stayed with us for around a week; we tried our best to take care of him to facilitate his food, etc. Even though he was in no danger from us yet his father was highly protective of him and if we even pass by the chick his dad would appear from nowhere and stand between us and his baby, and then he would shout at the top of his lungs with his feeble voice. It was hilarious yet a profound thing to observe. I noticed that as soon as dusk approaches the bird would leave the chick on his own and go to his nest and would only come back to him at the sunrise.
Gradually the chick gained strength and began taking small and high flights and then one day he flew away. As much as we miss him, I cant help but be in awe of how exquisitely animals follow the law of nature; they protect, they feed and help their babies to gain strength and when the young one grows up they would surrender all of their attachments towards their children and then let them be on their own.
The process is quite similar to us humans, this is exactly the same way we bring up children; however, we become so identified and attached to the role of being a parent that when a child becomes an adult and he/she longer need their parents, latter remains identified with their role and always live in apprehension of loosing their sense of identification.
This fear of loosing the years-long identification push parents in an emotional turmoil and some of them in the guise of protecting and loving their children becomes obsessive and possessive of them. I wonder what would become of that daddy bird if he had a human mind…
But never mind the bird’s mind in my mind I have deepest love for all of you.
Sonya. (Day 101)
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