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This is a picture of Piku, my sister’s son got this on my birthday. We were reluctant to keep it, but we had to as it was a gift. So on my 38th birthday, which became my last birthday with my father, i cut the cake in the presence of this little bird and family members. My father loved him, he thought it was an addition to our family. He used to hang him on the door in the morning and keep his cage beside him while reading his newspaper. I used to shout at him while he hung the cage as the bird used to make a lot of noise and chirping.He made friends with this bird, he used to sing with his name. As his end was near (an early and unexpected end), (he called it an end), even the bird went sick. My father became distant to us. The moment he left, the bird became silent. He didn’t say a proper good-bye to the bird. After 4 months, even the bird left us. I think he called him to heaven where both could spend time together.So this picture is of a little bird, whose home became empty too soon.It always reminds me of Papa(Buchi), with whom life could have been different, but it started and ended in no time। 

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