
The valley to the right was soaked in clouds. The helpless pigeon watched their motion with a strong urge to control it from his dingy hole, as that would probably give him a feel that he hadn't lost it all. Last year, after his home was destroyed by a sudden storm, he gazed at the red bricks looking to carve out a niche for himself. After a year long hard work, the pigeon was proud of itself to have four walls of its own. Long before he actually realized, one of the walls was too weak to stand the test of time and he was rendered homeless again. The flight to this hilly abode was more of an escape. Here too, the clouds were ready for a spoilsport. The clouds meandered through the valley to coalesce in between the slopes. He just wished that their latent tears be shed to relieve the heaviness within.
A lady walked up to the hole. He turned skeptical as he was nowadays very unsure about what to expect out of life. the lady could have simply taken no notice of the pigeon but she took extra care to be just a companion - nothing beyond on either side. She probable never knew how much of the above he ever needed!! This would certainly be one of his most cherished memories. The ominous nimbus gave way to cottony cirrus, the moon lent a silvery glow to the slopes and the discordant music struck happy notes. The pigeon was ready for a mid air frolic. Gabul went to bed.
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