There is a bird that comes and peeps inside my home every day, in hope that I would leave the windows open for it someday. Without fail it hits the clean long windows with its needle like beak. It is untouched by the fact that we humans leave no windows open for life to enter.
I can still watch it in front of me, trying and trying but not stopping. It is not even scared of loosing the strength of its beak...I wonder if I have a connection to this bird. I know it by the name of tailor bird and it probably knows me as just another being or does it distinguish me from others. Earlier it used to run away as soon as I went any closer. But now it knows I mean no harm to it. Sometimes it pecks on my window in hope and sometimes in desperation. I don’t know what it has with this home, must be something.
I am amazed with its energy. It flies back to the other end and then comes back with full force in hope that this is the last time it will have to try. I think of drawing the curtains to tell it should not live in hope. But something inside stops me. My love for this friend is growing each day. It never fails to come by, no matter what day it is, no matter what condition it is.
My fear is that someday when I leave this window open, it will come inside and see what world lives within; it will never look back at this window. I fear losing this beautiful friend and so I never open this window. I don’t want it to know what lives within. I don’t want to kill its hope and so I will never open this window.
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