Mourning upon a Birdie’s Death

I am still sat wearing my white T and denim skirt.

So..? I had gone out. I haven’t changed to my frock yet; those which I wear at home. I have definitely washed my feet. I do whenever I step inside my house. Since today, I was sat inside the car, I din’t go for wash. That’s yet another pattern. I run for shower the 1st thing as I step inside even if it’s for grocery shopping that maybe only for a couple of hours.

I am barely able to type. I am still disheveled. I am sober- Thanks for asking. My day was peaceful too. It was spent posting invites as part of my Jingle Poetry Community assignment. I got to read some really beautiful poetry. I had clicked so many pigeon-ic snap- shots. It was week- off too.. Then what happened..?

It has been as spooky as could have been!

There was this pigeon I had been watching since the last few days. It had a big puss around her upper beak. Poor birdie. It couldn’t even join its beaks. Her claws showed that she was old. She had looked dirty due to feathers color change. It had kept flying from one veranda to the other. I even got an opportunity to look at her from a very close angle. I had felt sorry looking at her.

After what had happened the other day, I have hardly been able to keep my mind off. It was only a few days back. But why was I thinking of that now? Wasn’t it over..?

23rd October, 2010- 5.30pm

I noticed that particular birdie sitting just outside My Computer Room veranda. How did she know I was there? This was just how the other one had known that I would head towards the kitchen. She barely moved. One another had come flying and after sipping water, it had fled away. It was getting darker. Why wasn’t this one leaving?

The next second she wasn’t there. She had hopped inside the bird bath to sip. Or had she fallen inside failing to perch the rim of the bowl? I noticed that she had desperately tried to come out of the tub and failed. I had opened the veranda glass door and stepped out. The birdie didn’t seem to notice. She was too feeble to. She had failingly tried to escape beside the barren pots. I had caught it by its tail.

That poor birdie had been throwing up. Holding her, I realized that she was no different than that one. She had been breathing heavy since morning. He limbs were lame too. She had barely resisted. I had seen her falling flat by her beak while in the tub. My releasing her would have dropped her straight down on the floor. He wings had given up on her.

Not knowing of anything better, I had placed her inside one pot and stepped in. I couldn’t seem to think of anything else still. She had not even adjusted herself to sit. She was at a worse stage than that other one.

10 minutes later, a peculiar thought had hit my mind.

I had stepped out again and tried talking to her. She seemed to have responded by moving her head. I had known by then that she wouldn’t survive the evening too. That voice over my shoulder once again yelled in my mind another set of words. I had stepped inside the house with that birdie in my hand and ran to my bedroom. Looking at my mom’s framed photos, she had as if comeback to Life.

She had lifted her head and flapped her wings. She had moved herself as if identifying what she saw. I knew she would go.. and then, she was gone.

Picking up the main door keys, I had locked my house and gone down. Decent Burial is what I had wanted to give her. I had dug up a place in my garden and made her rest there. I had frozen thereafter. My limbs could barely take my weight. I had walked with weary steps as if was beaten up. I had dragged through the garden back to my apartment. I had kept dropping the digging bar. I seemed to have been unable to take its weight. I used it as a walking stick to balance myself.

I panted through the stairs as if had escaped my own death. It’s blurred now how I made myself walk up the stairs.

I had headed straight for wash. A head- wash it would be! Cleaning of the loo was also included. I was as if hit. I had needed a distraction. One of my old friends and now a writer, Ranu once said that a Writer should clean the loo with a toothbrush instead of writing! Although that was in reference with something else, that seemed to be the most valid thing then. Shampooing my hair, I had started that unplanned cleaning of the bowl. I did that as if for My Life.

I was hardly able to control my hysteria. At times it’s a blessing that I stay alone. Had someone been around- I won’t have been able to cry out that loud. This is when she wasn’t my pet. Think of the intensity of the veracity, when mom had died the same day 15 years back!

That’s what I have been thinking about. I couldn’t cry the day she had died. If I had, it would have distracted me from the things I had to take care of. Her death has not been mourned about since then. Is that why that birdie had come over? To make me howl and sob? Digging her grave had taken the entire strength out of my body. Who was that birdie again?

I had stood under the shower wanting to get drenched from inside too. I felt as if I was too unclean. I would have perhaps emptied all my perfume bottles at that thought- had I not been under that wash. I may have.. Actually, I would have. I had a call on my cell to return. I prayed that that call should take me out of the house. I had badly needed to look somewhere else. Her wounded beak was piercing my mind harder than I could bear.

Half hour later, I was walking down the same stairs to go out. I walked like a zombie. As I write about it now, I have still not been able to compose myself. I am shivering still.

On a spiritual level; did she come to me so I fulfill my Karmic duties of being born as a human? Since I am completely on my own, I have no deaths or anything else to attend to. Is this how it’s being taken care of?

Of all, why did it had to happen today..?

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15 Responses to Mourning upon a Birdie’s Death

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  2. Heart says:

    Olivia, looks like it is a very bad case of survivor’s guilt that you have.. Don’t take it too hard on yourself my friend.. People and pets are all lucky if they get to the other side early.. Your mother is at a safer place, peace be with you.
    Lots of Hugs to you!!
    Hope you feel better today!

    • Olivia says:

      You are so right Rachana- yes I was little disturbed by that birdie. Of course getting to the other side brings in the Bliss- so right..

      Hugs to you too.. Love xox

  3. Jingle says:
    Three awards for you, I value your participation at Jingle poetry during past weeks, hope to see you again tonight. Our theme is love and romance, have fun sharing! xxx

  4. Shashi says:

    This was so poignant and I know the importance of letting your knots go … and that is what you did almost 15 years later.. it will heal you. I have posted one poetry on the same lines on the meaning of living or letting your karmic baggage go or removing your knots to live again… have a look at it.

    I was away for sometime due to the festivals of Dusseshra and Durga Puja in India hence could not see your post about asking for the link of Mountains and Beaches. I have done that now… have a look if you like. Here is the link again… only thing is that this one is a combined post, you need to scroll down to the last to see it…

    Look forward to hear from you and your visits to my blog again.. tonight I will be posting my 11th Edition of the blog….

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    Twitter: @VerseEveryDay

    • Olivia says:

      Dear Shashi,
      Good to see you back.. I did feel your absence.. Hope you enjoyed no end!!

      While you were “away” that review too happened- you did see it now. Infact, the next Monday’s theme is Love n Romance.. Do join in!!

      About that yesterday’s incidence, I too felt the same way. I was still not sure if to look at that in that way, But I guess most of you pointing it in that direction; it’s meant to be in that manner! I already feel little lighter.. May she R.I.P.

      I’ll be off to your Blog in sometime.. See you around.. 🙂 Loads of wishes.. xxx

  5. Evelyn says:

    “Who was that birdie again?

    I had stood under the shower wanting to get drenched from inside too.”

    this is really stirring.

  6. Jingle says:

    hope you well….

  7. That is a bummer of a tale. I don’t know how to interpret it, but your desire to mourn, be it 1 day or 15 years has to be dealt with at some point. Dealing with death is a tough job for everyone; condolences on your loss. Hope you feel brighter later.


    • Olivia says:

      Hey Crb…

      It was really spooky. I knew that birdie was only that and not she.. yet, whatever happened and how I felt was completely uncalled for. I balance a practical head usually. After a death only a few days back, I had become somewhat stoic. Anyways, birdies do fall down and death a few times over in my veranda. My maid then takes them away- as in dispose off!!
      Yesterday was just how I have written it word by word..!!

      Thank you for your condolences. Mom’s death was beyond any loss- Soon thereafter, I was then forced to move out and stand on the road. I have already completed that part of my story..

      I already feel better. The birdie had as if taken that portion of grief away from me..

      Love xx

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