One day, near the window sill of my bedroom, I saw this yellow canary chirping tentatively. A small young one, seemed to be lost. I opened the window, and it flew in. It build a nice little nest - warm and cozy, against the winter rains and cool during the summer.
Everyday, it would chirp, bringing hope to a routine human life - joy of freedom, wantonly ecstatic, bundle of vivaciousness. It become part of my life- small, but significant.
One morning, it had flown out of the open window as usual. It did not come back ever again. One week later, the empty nest remained, at that. The nest remained as long as I was there.
I moved out of this city and the nest, mostly removed, by the new occupiers of my older abode.
Then while ago, I watched this movie - The Canary ( 2010)...a story of an emotional roller coaster of an young, deaf girl living in the Scottish wilderness shaken by the arrival of an unexpected stranger...a small blip appeared on my rear view mirror- of the yellow and black canary and the nest.
One of my friends, a colleague - lives in this desert city - now consumed by cement and its wilderness replaced by urban chaos, sent me a photograph of his pet, almost incidentally at the same time.
He is moving back to pursue his passion in photography - will fly past me to the Indian capital for a brief while. He said he intends to give up his pet - donate it to a bird park in this desert-city before he leaves. Another story of a canary becoming distant...
So,thinking as I drive, down another bend of the road, the rear view mirror throws up a different scene, and the canary becomes a distant view - smaller as ever. May be I will see the canary again... on my window sill..