This was the subject on which Khushei had to write on today in the school. Telling a nine year old what does freedom mean to her is difficult. For her freedom means the ability to do anything that she loves to do, but that's not freedom. Most of us would like to enjoy the freedom in the same way, but is that right? No, it's not, but what does freedom mean after all? I and she struggled to find answers, I going on and on on responsibility that comes with freedom. Khushei gave me a long face as long as the word responsibility is. And, I knew that I wasn't successful in explaining to her the meaning of that. Then I took her few months back when she had set free her birds Lucky and Mary. Only Khushei knew who was Lucky and who was Mary? Since, we couldn't get a dog because it demanded greater dedication than keeping a bird, we got home a pair of Love Birds. They were very much in love and their antics delighted us. One was naughty and another was shy. Till this date who was boy and who was girl is a mystery to me. Almost for a year they stayed with us and on their first birthday, the day when we got them we decided to free them in the sky. It was a painful decision for us, because we were attached to the birds, especially for Khushei, but it was good for the birds. And Khushei released both the birds. She was visibly upset after that, because she was too attached to them. She had painted and decorated their cage. We even got them a bigger cage and I would lovingly joke that in the whole of India these two Love birds have the biggest cage possible. This was the time when my husband was house hunting and was keen to buy a bigger property. Though, we haven't till this date, I would always say that Lucky Mary got a bigger house.
I hope and pray Lucky Mary stay safe and fly as much as they wish for ever. And, I get in some way Khushei realised the meaning of freedom.
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