Winged Girl

 A sweet summer morning. The chirping of birds was the only sound around her. As she opened her eyes, the golden rays of the sun gleamed at her, making her believe that she is alive. Soon a soothing breeze swiftly touched her forehead rattling the photo of a lady.

Her mother left her to enjoy the happiness of heaven. Does she really love her daughter? If so why did she leave her? Death is such a crooked minded criminal, the only answer for the questions of her wandering mind.

Rita, that's how her mother used to call her. How can someone call such a helpless, hopeless girl Rita, she laughed in pain pondering on her condition.

As days passed by her condition got worsen. Death was the only thought in her mind. After a month nothing changed around her. Same chirping birds and old shattered building nothing more and nothing less.

One fine morning she had guest in her windows, a cuckoo who sings melodiously. Cuckoo made her think of her past, Rita the girl who can control everyone with her voice. Tears flow down her over her lips and taken away by a breeze. It's all over, no hope, no dreams. how can someone live with cancer inside for so long?

Cuckoo was a regular visitor to the old building with a hopeless figure in it. Rita started loving Cuckoo so much, as she had no one else in this world to love. That was the day she saw herself in cuckoo. Her lips trembled like anything seeing the cuckoo singing for her at the windows. Saliva was gulped as if she had a load in her throat. Sweat drops adorned her forehead. Cuckoo stopped singing, no cuckoo couldn't sing but only listen to that sweetest voice. Rita is back, she hugged the cuckoo with her cold arms and hot teardrops.

That night was filled with dreams, she was waiting for the next day, to see her only listener cuckoo.

She woke up before the sun, wiped off the mirror to see herself. Dressed up quickly and waited for her dear to arrive. Breeze pulled her hair in intervals, nothing else happened cuckoo didn't come back.

Sun has gone moon did come, stars were glaring at her, but she waited for the cuckoo. Soon a thought disturbed her. Why should Cuckoo come to me, when she has a whole sky to enjoy? Why should she spend her life in this building with this dying soul when the colors of the world call her? Yes, Cuckoo has gone to enjoy her life.

Wandering over her thoughts Rita smiled, cried, and got excited. The next morning the sun couldn't find her, the old building was left deserted. Where did she go No one knows.

 In a concert hall, there sits a cuckoo staring at a lady who melts thousands of hearts with her rhythm, yes too far away.