Dhirendra Mishra's Blog
November 21, 2015
The restless myna
By letting go my fears the other day, I momentarily felt like that myna who had one day, flapping its wings inside the
cage, happened to hit upon the latch, unlocking it. The bird had momentarily dreamt of soaring into the sky and conquering the Heavens as it often saw the others do. But the excitement
and the dream could not have lived shorter.
The bird realized that years in a cage had gotten the better of its ability
to fly. So did I… I could attempt releasing my fears but very soon I wished I could fly. And I could not. I had nothing to say to myself, nor to her email. And there I stood at the unlocked door, feeling the wrath of the cage-man who could make out that I had attempted to flee… Only the bird knew that it had flapped, albeit more vigorous than on other days, but not to attempt an escape. To let go her restlessness instead.
cage, happened to hit upon the latch, unlocking it. The bird had momentarily dreamt of soaring into the sky and conquering the Heavens as it often saw the others do. But the excitement
and the dream could not have lived shorter.
The bird realized that years in a cage had gotten the better of its ability
to fly. So did I… I could attempt releasing my fears but very soon I wished I could fly. And I could not. I had nothing to say to myself, nor to her email. And there I stood at the unlocked door, feeling the wrath of the cage-man who could make out that I had attempted to flee… Only the bird knew that it had flapped, albeit more vigorous than on other days, but not to attempt an escape. To let go her restlessness instead.
