LITTLE SPARROW

Little sparrows often came to our verandah — hopping along the ledges, chirping near the windows, as if they belonged to us.

One day, one of them flew in by accident.

It hit the ceiling fan and fell down, injured.

We were shocked. It was such a small thing — so delicate — and it lay there, silent. It broke our hearts.

We wrapped it carefully and placed it in a tiny box, making a home of warmth and softness. We fed it gently, watched over it, and hoped.

Days passed like that — us quietly nursing the little life in our home.

And then one day… it flew.

Not far, just a flutter inside the room. But that flutter was everything.

Then without warning — it flew out.

Gone. Just like that.

 It felt like something inside me left too.

I stood there, torn between joy and sadness.

It had healed.

It had found its wings.

It had returned to its world.

And even though it left, I still felt its presence — in the quiet, in the breeze, in every small thing that comes and goes from our lives without warning.

Some moments leave us.

But they don’t disappear.

They settle inside us — soft, light, unforgettable.

— from Greeshma🌿