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Bitter Truths

Nature has a very peculiar way of teaching us its truths.  And those truths are really hard to swallow.

I took a stroll in the tracks around my apartment. The climate was pleasant, and silence prevailed throughout the boundary. At one corner, I saw a small bird, sitting on the floor. The bird's color almost matched the ground, and one could hardly tell that it is there, alive. But, it was breathing, in a very calm way. It neither had wings nor were its legs visible.

For two rounds, it was there, in the same position, with the same look in its eyes. And on my third round, the bird wasn't alive anymore. Either it must have been the cats, or a vehicle should have gone that way without noticing.

I felt really uncomfortable looking at it. At the same time, I realized one thing,

"Nothing in this world is permanent. If there's gonna be a beginning, there's gonna be an end."


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