Sounds of Cheeen-Cheeen

“Cheeen-Cheeen-Cheeen-Cheeen”………aaah…wow, what a beautiful day today, bright sunshine, clear calm pristine aesthetic blue sky, cool soothing touchy breeze, all makes it worth being a bird. From the top of this banyan branch everything looks green and gorgeous, the transparent river beneath is tempting, fishes inside are chasing each other describing an act of happiness, and to add to the beauty of all, we all are chirping, though in misalignment, though in disagreement, though in different pitches, though in our own scripted notes, but still making the peaceful sounds of “Cheeen-Cheeen-Cheeen-Cheeen.”
…….“dwhoooommmhff…….” and all of us fly in tandem from our resting branches, we don’t know what this colossal yet privy sound means, but still we react and fly, its as if we are stitched to the occult tyrannies of this loud sound which makes us fly every time…….
We all took off together making rhythmic scenes, and as we were all busy grooming the sky, I saw him, I saw him flying with us on the other side of the flock, I admire him for his divine looks, he is a handsome bird, we have named him Charming, and he is my prince charming, I love him. He knows it too, our small eye-chats are enough (we can’t speak you see, we only make noises, though you can just realize it now, but will soon feel it too) and tonight when we stop at some tree, I will rest in his nest, I will let him know it beyond the eyes, I will make him feel warm, and wonderful…….Amen.
We settled on another green and bushy tree, and I waited for my flock members to put their noses or mandibles inside their feathers and sleep. At the peek time I went to him, we exchanged looks and that was it, it was the signal. He jumped and came close, I jumped and moved further, there was excitement, there was suddenness, and jumping forward went on till there was no room left for further jump, I could hear my heart thumping out of my breast as he opened his feathers completely and stopped my heart in that ‘long by bird standard’ hug. I was inside him, I could feel the warmth, I could feel the protection, I could feel the transition from two to one. Whatever happened further is either impossible to describe or the description is beyond the limits of English alphabet.
After beginning there is end, after war there is peace, after sound there is echo, after night there is day, and after a beautiful night there is a beautiful day. Again I fall victim to limits of English alphabet (and there rearrangements) to let you know what a gem of a morning it was when I saw him sleeping over me, when he saw me noticing him, I wish I could expand the limits and make you believe it, when we woke up next morning, everyone was chirpy and happy, every bird was happy, every leaf, every flower, every dew, every grass, every bush was happily blushing, it wasn’t just us, but looked like the whole world had made out last night.
“…Cheeen-Cheeen-Cheeen-Cheeen”…… “…… dwhoooommmhff…….” and we all fly from our morning branches. Again in tandem, again grooming the sky, but something was different- Charming and me flew as a couple today, first time on the same side of the flock, first time together, it was a special feeling, we did some naughty stuff, touched each other with feathers and blushed our way ahead. As our flock settled on some another tree, we escaped to a nearby TV tower to have some time in privacy.
On the top of a zigzag labyrinth of iron rods, romancing were a couple, and they were very happy, not just because they were together, but because after zero there is one, after one there is two, and after two there is plenty…yes, you are right, I was pregnant.
“ …… dwhoooommmhff…….” and I flew up but he went down, tumbling, rolling and hitting the iron rods beneath, he fell down, showering the grass red with his blood he was screaming in affliction, he was looking at me lying red on the ground, I saw my flock flying away from a distant tree, my angel was down, my Charming was shot by a gun, my Charming was no more, my Charming was dead. Oh please, oh lord please don’t do it, oh my Charming, how do I help you, how do I even make the sounds of “HELP”, I now, fall victim to the limits of bird sounds, you bloody humans, you can do all, you can even make the “help” sounds, you have all the sounds, you have all the powers, you have all the guns, you even have my Charming now, you have all, still you need us, the speechless creatures, you have all, oh you bloody humans…
With enormous pain, affliction, sorrow, emptiness, disgust, anger and a pair of eggs inside me, I flew to catch my flock. Now I am more than stitched to that tyrant colossal sound, but it’s no more a mystery to me, I know whenever on listening to this sound we fly in tandem with happiness and enthusiasm, one of us looses a mate.
I see my Charming in every human now, not all are hunters but rest use our skin on their skin, they all are murderers. Its not just about birds, its about killing of all animals, when humans forget that animals have life too, they kill for numerous reasons, be it a jacket or a coat, for food, for shoes, for blankets, for sweaters, for decoration pieces, for anything and everything, sometimes for fun, sometimes just like that. No one realizes it when buying a product of that sort, infact they doubt the shopkeeper and ask questions like “is it original leather?” But I know you don’t consume such animal products, you don’t even eat a bird for that sake, you are not the killer, you are a good human being, thank you.......... By the way, nice belt..... How much did it cost you? Some bucks or a Charming?