and they circled – the sparrows, not knowing the why-s and how-s of us and they circled till one came down and called the others thinking me to be safe I had grains of rice in one hand and a small note in the other that read: I end my life here with the sparrows’ last meal from my hand and then I’m free to fly with them in spirit form.
About the author
Hirak is an author, columnist, and activist from Durgapur, West Bengal.