A Stupid small story

Once upon a time, there was a huge banyan tree that was scattered somewhere in a dense jungle(yeah, a chotu story….. mushy mushy story. Just read on). And so it happened that a young canary that just learnt the art of flying zoomed in onto a huge branch of that particular tree. As that cute lil’ canary (a male one at that) was gasping for breath (Yeah, it was tired, after all it had just learnt to fly), it saw a sweet looking puerile girlish dove staring at him with all the innocence in the world. The canary too looked on. Time passed by (No, not days, but just a few minutes) with blank stares. Summoning some courage the dove moved a bit closer to the canary. The canary now felt warmer. Taking the cue, the canary asked the dove as to what it was doing on that branch of the tree. The dove had no answer. It was just idling itself there and it was destined that she meet the delightful canary. Who could help that? The cold frigidity between them just melted as time flew and before they knew they had shared so much and could feel the distance lessening. (And please stop your thoughts there… These birds were still kids man!!! Dude Grow Up). And before they knew it, it was dusk, the sun had set and a sense of grey had enveloped the sky. So they bade each other goodbye – they had to move back to their own nests – each wishing to come back the next day and hopefully find the other waiting for them.

The next day the canary returned early only to find the dove waiting for him eagerly. All they did was talk – delicate gibberish routine daily stuff – and talk and talk. They loved talking to each other. They neglected the entire world and kept on chattering to no end. They loved each others company. As they noticed later, time sped on at alarming velocities.

This dainty charming friendship assumed huge proportions and developed into a very strong bond.

When the canary was down, the dove would be there to lift his spirits and conversely.

Whenever something irked the dove, the canary made sure the dove felt comfortable and mutatis mutandis.

When some trouble lurked, both made a collective effort to steer clear from the harm.

And just as everyone around thought that nothing could separate them, the canary had to depart to another place. (Maybe his parents wanted a cooler location to live) He could no longer meet the dove. Both were heart broken. Each wondered how they would live without the company of their dear friend and how that gaping void left by the loss of their dear companion would be filled.

But then life moves on. They bid goodbye, this time forever (they thought), and got on with life. The juvenile beings they were took the schism with a wounded heart but then the hurt healed in due course of time. Life moved on and on and on.

The canary matured with the years and grew into a fine adolescent bird. Years had passed on since that separation. He didn’t remind himself much about the dove.

Then suddenly one day as he was flying in the vast sky, he sensed a familiar face in the neighbouring flock of birds. It was a face he had known well – No points for guessing it right – well, yes that good old friend of his, the dove. The canary was ecstatic – it had found its childhood friend. This time it was the canary’s turn to take the lead. He found out the whereabouts of the dove – let me not concentrate on how and why the dove’s family migrated to the same place. He got back in touch with her.

Well let me cut the story short here…... It wouldn’t need a sage to declare this small story has a huge parallel with our lives. As kids we are good friends with the opposite sex and just as time passes and we grow older, we become rigid, we become stiff, we don’t know what hits us and we never see much of each other in our mid teens. Just as we hit adolescence we chance upon such friends and then all of a sudden we are at our wit’s end. Why wit’s end?? Yes, I will be coming to that a little bit later.

We start the correspondence again. We get back in touch and we begin knowing each other again from the start. Then on, it again takes the oft repeated, very strikingly familiar paths – yes, paths – in most of the relations. So let me get on with the paths, so we get on back to the story.

Path A

The canary gets in touch, gets coochie again. The canary (the dove in a few cases) decides that he while as a kid loved the dove and still does. Hence he proposes love to the dove.

This happens in most of the cases and I dunno why. Did the dove ever experience that ‘love’ when they were still juvenile???

Path B

The canary and the dove are at loggerheads. They do not know if they can be just friends. They are also not able to decide whether they had been in love, whether they are in love. Nothing much happens here. They are very hesitant in the relation. The conversations are dry. That amazing chemistry they shared is completely missing. They never can comprehend what hit them. They had shared wondrous moments when they were young but then the magic can just not be recreated. Nothing works out here. It’s relegated to a so-so situation.

And this happens in quite a few situations. Confusion Confusion and more confusion.

Path C

The canary and dove recollect those lovely days, discuss how they coped up with the separation, open up again, be frank to one another and become the good friends they once were.

And yes, this almost never happens. Though this would be my preferred way of rebuilding the relation. Guess ‘love’ can never cease entering the minds of the two people. Can’t pure friendship ever prevail???

P.S This piece of shit, I happened to write when I became completely frussssst after almost 3 hours of studying machine tools – something I am not really sure as to how useful that study is to my future!!!! This doesn’t intend to hurt anybody’s feelings and do read this at your own risk. Can make you frustrated as well.

P.P.S I cannot deny the existence of a similar story in my life and for the path.... well let it remain a secret for now. Also Don’t try asking me who the girl in question is.