Short story in English on Birds
As usual, reached with catapult under the tree. About twelve - fourteen bullets were in the pocket. At the branches of the caught tree, she used to whip it - sometimes it was pouring on it and sometimes on that branch. I took a catapult, but it went out of range before firing. I then shot and fired.
The sound of 'Fataq' came out, but regretted that the bullet went through the gap between it. In this way, she survived once again and I was left feeling numb. He looked at me while sitting on the second branch and flew off the fur shaking his tail and sat on the topmost branch. I also changed the position and shot him once again while taking aim at him. Oh, is that so ! Once again, the target was saved and she escaped and went out to dense trees. Like teasing me.
In a week-long battle, I had recognized him well. She was exactly the one who had been challenging me to hunt continuously for the past week. Two flickering eyes and lightning-like agility in a body similar to a chubby egg was attracting me again and again. Surmai bindi on the forehead and a mark of red stripe on the tail were appealing to me. He has been with me for many days. She was escaping from the target. By now the fat bullets had been spent. In his affair, he was beaten two or three times by Abba and dozens of times by Amma.
As long as five marbles were available for ten paise, I kept buying, but when inflation increased and ten bullets got only two bullets. Then I started using clay tablets. We used to call glass tablets as 'Shishali' in Bhojpuri and clay tablets as 'Matiyali' pill. Glass tablets were sold in shops, but we used to be the manufacturers of the Mateli pills.
The Pearki Mati (yellow clay) was considered to be well-made and made into bullets, dried in hard sun for two-three days and then tinkling in the pocket, playing in the bird prey. As usual, he was discharged from school on that Saturday too. In any case today, in the tune of hunting him, he went out of the bag and without eating - drank. For his prey, I kept on staring at him. Has gone. It felt like she was waiting for me. She was looking at me with fond eyes and I was targeting her.
Phatak - - - A bullet was fired from the catapult and it fell on the ground. I was not happy. Months of dedication and persistent hard work were successful today. I ran and picked her up, but she was gone from the world. I watched her keenly, even after dying, she was constantly looking at me. His innocent and lifeless eyes went deep inside me, something went shaking. There was snow in the place of happiness.
That was what I wanted, I had been gathering dust for weeks and now suddenly this relationship was shattered in a moment, shattered. Probably because of my boyhood, from that anonymous permeated Anam. Could not understand the relationship. There was a flood of tears from my eyes. For a long time, I kept crying with my face on my slingshot, sobbing, torturing. After weeping for a long time, I decided to bury him and make his tomb. Then neatly, mehbyat. Buried him and picked flowers from the side, at his tomb. Plated It took months to bury his memories. For two-three years, I went to the site of the tomb and tried to capture his memories and those moments. A strong thunderstorm of time and situation slowly blew everything away and went away. Today, after thirty years, when I passed through here, the memory of the bird once again emerged in the chest and I sat down to tell the story of my love.