One
day I was strolling in the backyard of my home, when I noticed a crow pecking
something in between the bushes. Curiosity took over and I began to observe
what it was. Suddenly something green jumped from the bushes and moved to the
other side, from where another crow started attacking it. It was a parrot. I
went to my parents crying for help and they rescued it from the crows which
were trying to murder it. I brought it home and called it Megha. But Megha had
a problem, she couldn’t fly long distances .She could flutter her wings and fly
small heights though. So we built a wooden cage for her and kept her in the
house. We used to feed her different fruits, of which grapes was her favourite
and it was an absolute delight to watch her eating them with her red beak. One
day we kept the cage outside home, just so she can get some sunlight and fresh
air. But later, when I checked the cage, she was gone. Either she opened the
door with her beak or someone else did. A day later, I was standing at the
threshold, when I saw a crow carrying something in its claw. When I went near
to take a look, it dropped the thing and flew away. I saw the lifeless body of
Megha with her throat cut and hanging from the body. I took her and gave a
proper burial beneath a tree in the courtyard. Megha flew beyond the clouds.
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