Freedom

It was a new atmosphere, a new workplace I entered. The people were good, so was the building. But, the best source of inspiration, were the eagles flying around.
The sight was fascinating. Around a dozen eagles, flying independently, not wondering about another's line of flight. Pondering over their circular rounds, or racing up in the air, I could relate me, an "urban human" to it. Lost as we are, in our own routine, just like the eagles. Enjoying our freedom proudly, binging in our expensive habits, despite the hustle and bustle of the city.

Weeks passed. I never missed a single day to spot the eagles. Slowly and steadily I saw them flying away from my building. The numbers reduced to a couple. And, these days I see none.

Yes, the eagles migrated. Though, loners, they migrated together. This struck a deep thought within. When eagles migrate together, why is it that we urban humans never think a penny of our near and dear ones? Doesn't our migration, into new careers, newer relations, newer lands leave someone stranded in this desert of people!

Circumstances may lead to taking the difficult choice of juggling alone, but folks do we utilize the chance we get, to foster our long lost friends!! The eagles taught me, “Freedom tastes better with the peace of mind that no one is stranded.”