Some monsoon shots this month ❤
13th June will always be special for us. Four years ago, our baby blue budgie flew out of our home, right out the window. We know he wouldn’t do that, and our mom was fidgeting with the cage so it must have scared him out. And as soon as I heard his wings flutter so harsh and loudly I knew something happened! When you live with birds you just know something is wrong when they flap wings loudly. It was too loud for a little birdie. I ran to look out of the window, by that time our mom already screamed that he flew away in an attempt to look all innocent! The cage was wide open at the window! The birds brought the cage their and opened the latch, right? Yes, who else?
I was half naked, I just came out of the loo, and right when I was praying in that split-second moment to get a glimpse of that blue boy of mine…I saw him soar upwards. He was in my neighbor’s garden and I ran after him barefoot, out on the street, into my neighbor’s territory, made my way through the dense and dirty heck of a garden that my neighbor had, and their he was. Little blue bird with his back facing me ,with twigs and vines and leaves around him, as though he was lost, reading ancient Nature. I tried to get hold of him, but he escaped! I tried to grab him again, he flew away the second time! After half an hour of despair, when I couldn’t spot him anywhere I broke down. I stood there , crying. Thinking about what would happen to him, where could he be! There are millions of cats who would hunt him down, and he is so little!
My sister and I are attached to our birds. Like two mothers attached to two babies.
I came back home, my sister saw everything and was crying at home. Too stunned to even move. How could this happen to our boy! How could God let this happen to us! I was mentally going through all the prayers, asking almost every saint I knew to bring back our boy. My sister and I were sobbing, and hoping if only our baby would homeward. But how would a little bird know where home is?
“What if someone finds him and brings him back to us?” , my sister wept.
“I hope someone does! If only. I am praying. I hope someone finds him. I want him back.”, I said.
Few minutes later, our bird was seen searching for an entrance to our house. And he took a turn to another neighbor’s house where a bricklayer caught him. He brought something in his hand to me, and I asked, “Is he blue?” He said , “yes, but I didn’t see properly.”
That’s because he has grey wings and a blue belly. So he gives illusion of grey if you don’t see the belly first. He was brought in and let loose in the cage.
Fours years ago. It is St.Anthony’s Feast Day, and He is patron of all lost things and lost people, animals, pregnant women, the poor, travellers.
Miracles in life make you more faithful. You get a feeling that God is listening. Losing a child is a lot to bear. We hope this monsoon brings you showers of blessings. Also, thanks to St.Anthony and St. Jude, again, for listening to our prayers. I now have a day job. I required a fixed job for a financial lift. As many of our readers know already, we were subjected to abuse and we literally are fighting every single day just to keep sane. We hope you continue to pray for us. Nothing would cool our hearts more than justice. Livvy and I will be posting here and on Instagram as often we can, so you wouldn’t have to worry about us going into MIA mode. We wanted to include pics of our babies too but we’d rather post a whole bunch of their photos on another post some other day ❤
Happy Mid Week, everyone!
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