A long time ago, Chaitra was thrilled when the dove couple decided to make a home in our kitchen window sill. She was very fond of birds as she was small and common things which we ignore in our busy lives were treasured by her. Children derive pleasure from insignificant trivial things in life. The doves used to sit on the window sill and mutter incomprehensible sweet nothings. Chaitra used to listen in awe. The kitchen was a new play pen for her as she slyly shifted her toys, much to the consternation of my family but we had always pampered her and could not say a word to her. Her daily activities used to revolve around the couple. She used to keep a pail of water and few grains for them to feed.
Soon, the couple fructified their love and an off white coloured small egg was laid in the nest. Chaitra's joy knew no bounds as she celebrated the event like a foster mother to the egg. Now her focus shifted to the incubation of the egg and the daily progress was constantly updated to us by her like a chirpy news reader. A small baby dove emerged from the hatched egg and again, this event too was enjoyed by her like some birthday. She gave chocolates to us and was gleeful that whole day.She was the unofficial guardian angel of the dove family!
The baby dove had started to grow and the flapping wings started to give him mobility. Small jumps on the window sill were applauded by my innocent daughter.Little did she know, that the baby dove would soon fly away. The day came and brought tears to her eyes. She asked me about the whereabouts of the baby dove and its well being. She was worried about the safety of the baby dove from the ever threatening crows. I allayed her fears and told her that the entire dove family was safe and sound.She sulked for about a week and slowly shifted her toys outside the kitchen, back to her room.
I was also affected by this chain of events, seeing her love for the doves, I left eating eggs for a period of about six months.
I just did that out of love for my daughter and her sentiments.
I felt better that way and could share her pain. There was no motive behind my act, Chaitra was unaware and incapable of understanding my decision also.
Life need not be based on practical and logical decisions.
Sometimes, you have to,
Listen to your heart!
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