Monday, February 29, 2016

Freedom at last?

She looked at the dove she held in her hand. The white bird fluttered its wings as if begging to be freed. She had held it captive all these years; letting it go now was difficult. She had fed it lovingly every day with the choicest of grains; sometimes an occasional fruit if she was in the mood for an indulgence. But today, as she opened the cage, and held it in her hand, it still wanted to be free – this was how loyal it could be?
So much for emotions, she sighed.
She thought of all the times she had sung to it. She had even read out passages from Macbeth, enacting little bits, to keep it entertained. It would flap its wings when she'd dance and shake its head in a rhythm when she'd sing. She had shared with it, her joys and her sorrows. She'd imagined it understood everything that she'd say. It would turn round and round on its perch if she was sad, it seemed that it was sad too. It would jump from its little swing to the door of the cage and back and keep repeating it, when she was happy, and she thought that it shared in her happiness. So why did it seem so eager to fly away nowShe would never know. 
But now it wanted to go and she wouldn't stop it. It was free to do its bidding. She looked at it one last time and then lifted her hand high above her head and put it out of the window, and then she unclasped her hold over the bird. It hovered outside her window for a few minutes before flying away forever. 

Somehow, it was she who finally felt free.  


  1. How absolutely evocative! The dove must have also felt the pull between freedom and friendship at that moment. The ending was my favourite, where she felt free when the bird found its freedom.

  2. Loved the last line! Adds so much depth and richness to the story.

  3. That's beautiful. Freedom it would seem is what makes one happiest - getting it and giving it as well.

  4. I loved how you have ended it. It feels like she too is freed from the some bond.

  5. Freedom feels so free and gives a sense of independence, doesn't it? Nice take :)



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