One Morning

A crow is the most neglected bird of India for one encounters it every now and then. Never had ever Laksh thought of witnessing a sight that would scar his memory and conviction about a disdain bird like a crow. On an ordinary bright morning, as Laksh stood by the window brewing his aromatic coffee, delighted by the sight of little sparrows chirping hither and thither was astonished how they flew away by just the sound of crowing. "These little sparrows must take flight lest the crows would trouble them", he thought. He carried on with his sight-seeing and coffee-brewing until he saw a crow with crippled wings struggling to find a piece of bread. he decided to throw a piece himself until he saw another crow fly towards him with a piece of bread in his beak. "Aaah! He must be trying to help his fellow mate", was his estimation. But to his surprise, instead of helping the crow with crippled wings by sharing the piece of bread with him, he beat him to death. Little did Laksh know that a morning this bright and ordinary would but elucidate such adversity. At that moment, he realized how vital it is to be on guard at all the time, to be cautious of everyone at times for a great deal, it is always an insider potential of harm than the danger one perceives in their foes.