FREEDOM
Freedom!! When I was a child, (actually until I was about eight or nine years old), I had this queer habit of staring at the sky while walking. I always looked up in the sky. In fact, very frequently I used to get scolded for this by my mother. I would stumble upon something so often, resultantly breaking the mugs, I was told to put in the kitchen after my parents had their evening tea. Why did I look up, when I think about it now, I realize that I was always wondering at the flocks of flying birds( how typically they form a V when they are flying together) and probably secretly nursing the wish to have wings myself, to venture unhindered in the limitless sky. Eventually, much later in life, my sight and skeleton attained the right alignment and I learnt to walk on road, without accidents by looking either straight or low. Much later to my content, I realized the flight was not unhindered entirely as there are hawks up and cats below. But why did I want...
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