Life Like Yours
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"Aah Sunday!" I exclaimed exhaustedly. Tomorrow I have to submit a poem anyhow otherwise, the editor will fire me. The very first Monday of each month I have to submit a poem for a magazine in Mumbai. And here I am with a pen and blank pages, standing on the balcony on the 12th floor, staring cluelessly at the clouds up there. Turning0 and moving end to end of the balcony trying to deliberate something fresh.
After an hour, I threw some 7-8 crumpled pages right near the dustbin. I was trying hard to write something completely fresh kind of poem to which people could relate themselves.
"The person you are calling is busy on another call..." This is what I heard when I tried to connect with Neha, a good friend of mine who is a travel blogger, hence she could help me as I think so. After a few minutes, she called me back. "Hi Neha, just come to me right now." I authoritatively said to her. She arrived at me after half an hour. "Ashita, what happened. You okay?" She restlessly questioned. "Actually i..", " Chirp! Chirp!" As I was to answer her, I heard the sounds of birds and ran quietly towards the balcony. Here I saw two sparrows eating rice that I use to keep for birds on the balustrade. Those sparrows caught my attention. I was cherishing them. And then they flew together playing in the sky like they are fearless and all alone in the sky. I thought a while, "Ohh yes, I got it. Neha you are a sweetheart." I screamed in joy. Neha was stunned to watch me like this. "Aashita, what happened? You need to tell me now."
I explained, "I was searching for a fresh plot for my poem. Though trying hard, I failed so, I called you. But now I got an interesting topic for my poem inspired by birds and that is 'Life Like Yours'."