And The Baby Dove Was Finally Home

She was a beautiful little Baby Dove. When she was born, she shone bright- her feathers absolutely immaculate and her body very delicate. Mother Dove adored her for her beauty which lied in her simplicity and serenity. Baby Dove was so subtle and pure at her heart that the loveliness radiated throughout. It was for this reason that she was very attractive for others. No one could resist their looks towards her; such was the beauty and serenity of the Baby Dove.

Life was perfect for the Baby Dove and Mother Dove. They were rejoicing and Baby Dove was growing old, gracefully entering into her youth. As time passed by, she became even prettier and so attracted more people, without even doing anything. No matter how proud Mother Dove was, but she was always very concerned about the safety of her Baby Dove, who by now had become vulnerable to a lot of evil eyes as well. Mother Dove knew that their nest was the safest most places for her daughter. But life was not always the walk on roses and she wanted Baby Dove to understand this fact. However, the Baby Dove didn’t understand this until she was trapped.

One fine day, a hunter came and aimed his gun towards the Dove’s nest. Mother Dove was not at home that time. It took just one shot to bring down the Baby Dove to ground. The hunter clutched it in his hands and adored her beauty as the Baby Dove kept fluttering her wings. She tried with all her strength to free herself but all in vain. The hunter was not ready to let it fly or worse enough, even let her move. He trapped her in the cage and went away. The Baby Dove had no strength now to even move. She was absolutely tired and exhausted with the futile efforts she made to let herself free from the shackles of her hunter.

All she could do was lie on the floor of the cage. As she lay there semi-conscious, she remembered the words of her Mother, “The world is not as good as you think. I have kept you in our nest and I know you are protected here, but remember, one day, God Forbid, if something wrong happens, you’ll have no strength to protect yourself because you are a delicate little angel. Love, it is important that you believe that the world offers two sides to you- the good and the bad. It’s on you to grasp what you want, but it is also important to understand how to deal with the bad when it happens.”

As she replayed Mother Dove’s words in her mind, her heart ached with the feeling of knowing how true her Mother was. The bad had come and she had never prepared herself for it. She wanted her Mother to help her one last time, to let her free from this hunter for the last time. Though it wasn’t possible, but the Baby Dove, only momentarily imagined her Mother coming to her, shooing away the hunter and opening the cage to let her free. She promised her Mother that she’ll learn to be strong and fight back against the evil. But it was not happening. Neither had she been given a second chance, nor was her Mother there to help her. Her Mother, in fact, was not even aware that her little angel had jeopardized her life.

The hunter eventually took her to his shop and chose the most beautiful cage for the Baby Dove. The hunter chose the most expensive, most beautiful and the most flawless cage for Baby Dove so that he kept her in a place that at least matched her beauty. Nevertheless, no matter how beautiful the cage was, how expensive it was, but the Baby Dove was not happy at all. She was served the best food to improve her health and maintain her beauty, but she didn’t eat it. Baby Dove was not happy in the cage. She wanted to be free. No matter what, the beauty of the cage or the richness of the food served to her didn’t gratify her emotionally, nor did it convince her one bit to spend even a single second of her life there. All she wanted was her happiness, which lied in her freedom and more than that, the embrace of her mother.

Days passed like this and nothing improved one bit for the Baby Dove and then one fine day, a little girl named Lara came to the Hunter’s shop with her father. Lara wanted to buy the most beautiful bird in the cage. As demanded, Lara’s father brought her to the Hunter’s shop because it offered the best-in-town birds in the cages. It didn’t take long for Lara to look around and spot the most beautiful bird in the cage. Without a doubt, it was the Baby Dove that she chose. Lara’s father paid for the Baby Dove along with the cage and they left. Lara couldn’t help to notice how beautiful the Baby Dove was, but at the same time, she realised that the bird was non-active and looked really bushed. A very thin line of tears constantly flowed through the Bird’s eyes and it didn’t take long to apprehend that the Baby Dove was not happy at all. Lara loved the bird; there was no doubt to it. She wanted to play with it. She talked to Baby Dove all the time in a language that the bird didn’t understand. But after a few days, Lara observed that the Baby Dove had started responding to her. If nothing, the Baby Dove at least blinked in approval or disapproval or gestured back when Lara called her.

Lara and the Baby Dove were, by now, at least “talking” to each other, even though none of them understood each other’s language. But as they always say, no language is greater than the one of love. It has to be a heart-to-heart conversation if you really want the other to understand you. And sometimes, even if people speak the same language, there is still so much communication gap that love eventually fades away.

Then it took just one miracle to know what the Baby Dove really wanted. As usual, Lara was talking to the Baby Dove, “You know what Love, it’s been months since you have been here, with me. I really love you with all my heart, but it brings immense pain to me to think how cheerless you are here. I haven’t seen you blissful all this time and no matter how much I love you, I cannot live anymore to see you suffer. If you really understand what I talk and if you really know how much I love you, gesture back when I ask you the next question. Just one gesture and I promise, I’ll make you happy.”
Lara looked deep into the Baby Dove’s eyes and she looked back at Lara. Lara questioned, “You want to go back to your home? Right?”

It really did reach the Baby Dove’s heart and she gestured back, which Lara took as a Yes. Lara immediately opened the cage and brought the Baby Dove out. Lara positioned her towards the window of her room and pointed towards the sky. “There! That is your home, not this cage. The sky is your home. That’s where you belong. That is your limit- the endless limit. Go, fly but if you can remember, please know that I love you.” After saying this, Lara relaxed her hands off the Baby Dove and finally freed her hands completely. She took a step back to watch her fly and rejoice.

The Baby Dove, to Lara’s surprise, didn’t fly and sat there. Absolutely still. She fluttered her wings once and when she made a flight, it was back to Lara- on her shoulders. Baby Dove sat momentarily on Lara’s shoulders and Lara couldn’t believe what was happening. She immediately held the bird in her hands and kissed her, one last time. The Baby Dove finally took off and Lara watched her reach her “home” safely. The Baby Dove was flying, up in the sky, the sky that was her home, the sky where she belonged and also the sky that she missed immensely.

Tears of happiness kept flowing through Lara’s eyes because she did what was right and she was proud of it, no matter how much it hurt. Everything that happened taught good lessons to both Lara as well as the Baby Dove. Lara learnt that no matter how much you love someone, if it suffocates the other, it is good to let it go. It hurts to do so but you know that’s the only right thing to do and it eventually makes you feel proud of yourself. Also, no palace, no money or no richness is good enough to buy someone’s happiness and gratify him/her emotionally. It always has to be a connection of the heart.

When the Baby Dove flew back to her nest (the flight that she had imagined a million times while in cage), she realised that everything had changed. Her mother was not there, her nest- the place that she called her haven, was replaced by someone else’s. No matter what she did, she knew at heart that it was just not possible to find her lost Mother Dove in the endless sky. But, the Baby Dove, who was no longer a baby and was completely grown-up, learnt through this that it was absolutely imperative to understand that if there was so much goodness in the world, there was also equal wickedness and that it was important to be strong enough to fight back against the evil when it cropped up.

The Baby Dove lived for the rest of her life with the belief that she loved her life and it was important to cherish each and every moment. Life was erratic and the one, who has gone through a lot in life, understands the true value of happiness because he/she understands the fact that happiness, goodness and luck, too, came at a price, which sometimes can be too heavy to bear!

Published by akanksha89

Writing for me is another word for 'breathing.' It is my addiction and I wish and hope that this addiction takes me far in realizing my dream of being a very successful writer. I believe in laughter with my friends, dipping into my thoughts and extracting some really powerful and inspiring stories. I believe in living free, spending each day with a lot more courage and strength. I love lone reading and my dream is to have a beautiful huge library in a home, with a coffee vending machine in the corner and a bean bag where I can just sit and read whatever I want- no one to disturb and no one to intrude my privacy, my "me-time." Keep Reading!! Disclaimer: All the stories on this blog are purely a work of fiction and writer's own imagination and are not copied from anywhere else. DO NOT COPY any of these stories. Also, all the characters of the stories are purely a work of fiction and imagination and have no resemblance to any person living or dead. The stories on this page are meant for recreational purpose and for readers' interest. Any action taken by any of the reader (after reading any of the story) is utterly their own responsibility.

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