The Untold Story Of The Bluebirds - Part 1
Dearest Sufiyah,
When I was younger, much younger, I always dreamt to be a novelist. My constant attempt revolved around my inspiration of the hardship of lives and perhaps creating my own version of puppy love stories. But none of it was completed. None of it stretched to a five page writings.
A few weeks back, I was again inspired. Now Sufi, let me tell you a short story of the Bluebird - Mama's version. A special dedication from me to you. You can always read it over and over again. Read it on every chapter of your life. Same story different perspectives.
I LOVE YOU.
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Once upon a time, there was a pair of Bluebirds and a chick who lived on a shady willow tree. Every morning, the Bluebirds and the chick cheerfully flap their wings, hiss, pipe and clack with each other. As the sun began to shine, the Bluebirds left the tree to hunt for food. They went on separate ways - one to the north and another to the south.
The Bluebird that went to the south loved it's long, fun yet tiring journey. It loved the strong wind that blew on its face, the fresh air from the meadows, the facinating view of stalks and tassels of the cornfield and the fading sound of moowing cows.
At times, it stopped at a small village to meet up with it's favourite flock of birds of different kinds. But the most exciting part of the Bluebird journey is to stop and rest at the towering and sturdy tree. Adoring the breathtaking and endless beauty of the mountains, it can spend hours sitting alone and if it's lucky enough it can even see the lovely rainbow. The Bluebird loved the after-rain smell. It secretly wish to fly to the mountains with the other Bluebird and the chick. When the Bluebird is tired, it flew back to it's shady willow tree.
One usual beautiful day, the Bluebird flew to the south. As it was watching the picturesque mountains, a familiar Bird Of Paradise came flying by. A pleasant surprise to the Bluebird. The Bluebird and the Bird Of Paradise spent hours chattering. Soon, it became a routine of the Bluebird too meet the Bird Of Paradise at the tallest green tree. The Bird of Paradise loved to whistle and tweet to the Bluebird. There were times the Bird Of Paradise tried to convince the Bluebird to spread its wings to fly high and get closer to the mountains. The Bluebird was astound to the idea but lingered.
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Love,
Mama
When I was younger, much younger, I always dreamt to be a novelist. My constant attempt revolved around my inspiration of the hardship of lives and perhaps creating my own version of puppy love stories. But none of it was completed. None of it stretched to a five page writings.
A few weeks back, I was again inspired. Now Sufi, let me tell you a short story of the Bluebird - Mama's version. A special dedication from me to you. You can always read it over and over again. Read it on every chapter of your life. Same story different perspectives.
I LOVE YOU.
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Once upon a time, there was a pair of Bluebirds and a chick who lived on a shady willow tree. Every morning, the Bluebirds and the chick cheerfully flap their wings, hiss, pipe and clack with each other. As the sun began to shine, the Bluebirds left the tree to hunt for food. They went on separate ways - one to the north and another to the south.
The Bluebird that went to the south loved it's long, fun yet tiring journey. It loved the strong wind that blew on its face, the fresh air from the meadows, the facinating view of stalks and tassels of the cornfield and the fading sound of moowing cows.
At times, it stopped at a small village to meet up with it's favourite flock of birds of different kinds. But the most exciting part of the Bluebird journey is to stop and rest at the towering and sturdy tree. Adoring the breathtaking and endless beauty of the mountains, it can spend hours sitting alone and if it's lucky enough it can even see the lovely rainbow. The Bluebird loved the after-rain smell. It secretly wish to fly to the mountains with the other Bluebird and the chick. When the Bluebird is tired, it flew back to it's shady willow tree.
One usual beautiful day, the Bluebird flew to the south. As it was watching the picturesque mountains, a familiar Bird Of Paradise came flying by. A pleasant surprise to the Bluebird. The Bluebird and the Bird Of Paradise spent hours chattering. Soon, it became a routine of the Bluebird too meet the Bird Of Paradise at the tallest green tree. The Bird of Paradise loved to whistle and tweet to the Bluebird. There were times the Bird Of Paradise tried to convince the Bluebird to spread its wings to fly high and get closer to the mountains. The Bluebird was astound to the idea but lingered.
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Love,
Mama
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