the flight....

It was early morning. The sun rays were still trying to break through the clouds and color the world bright. The earliest birds were just waking up, opening their eyes and wings to take in the warmth of the sunrays. It was one of those beautiful days just about to start.

She was still sleeping. It was comfortable, wrapped under the warm green blanket , with the cold stagnant air touching her occasionally. Finally she opened her eyes. Screwed against the early bright light. She stepped down from where she was sleeping. Stretched her body. The sky was just turning blue.

It was the start of a new day. And with this new day, there was a feeling of everything going right. The sun felt a little less harsh, the air a little more friendly, the birds a little more chirpy, the trees a little more green. It hadn’t felt that way since a long time. She smiled. Maybe finally things were changing for good. Life had been fair to her always. Or that was what she always thought. She chose to see the colors where none but the black and the white existed. She chose to smile at silly little things. She chose to live.

But today felt different. Today she felt she wouldn’t have to choose anything. Today she felt things will just fall in all the right places. Today was not going to be like any other day.

She walked in the early morning bliss. It felt heavenly to her. The grass still had the wet dew drops on them from the night before. The fight she had been having with herself for days finally seemed would get over today. That brought a spring to her steps. She closed her eyes and felt the chill. It was nerve tingling. She had never given much thought to how life would turn out to be. She was always much of a loner. A carefree, childlike soul that dint need many reasons to be happy. Today she had that same childlike silly smile on her lips. There was a glint of hope in her eyes. Maybe today it was finally going to happen. She felt the courage and the excitement bursting through her. In the midst there was a little nervousness too. But it seemed lost. Nothing could stop her today. After all it was her perfect day. With every step she took her past flashed before her more sharply. Colorful, blinding images of her life. She looked towards the sky. That was where she belonged. The ground was a refuge. Just that. Her destination was coming closer. The air was just turning out a bit stronger. It hit her face a bit harder. But that just boosted her strength. The time was now.

Finally she had reached her destination. It was bright, sunny, warm and comfortable. There was ground way below and sky way above. The cliff was like a hanging teardrop. Beautiful, glistening and fragile. She stood there, confident and happy. the moment had come. And then she jumped.

The air hit her hard. But all she could feel was the essence of flying. She flapped her wings. One beautiful, colorful and strong, the other one broken. She felt the pain shoot through her body but she dint care, she was flying. She was a bird again. She felt more alive than she had ever done. Her wings dint cut through the air like they used to but still she was flying. With each passing second she felt the ground coming closer. But she dint feel sad her broken wing couldn’t lift her up, she was happy she could fly one last time.

When she hit the ground, her body crashed, but it dint matter. She lay there, with a broken wing and a childlike smile on her face.

It was her leap of faith.