Extremely thirsty, he wandered, delirious, in search of water. He saw people sipping their tall icy drinks. His eyes gleamed as droplets of condensation made their way down the glasses. He turned his head and saw it. Next to the rubbish bin was a glass with some water. He ached for water, but the wisps of memory from childhood eluded him. As his head and his black wings drooped, the young crow had but a vague memory of a bedtime story about his ancestors. He had not paid attention then.
As the darkness closed in, his last images were those of the glass and the pebbles lying strewn around it.
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Gauri dons many hats. Of a wife, a mom, a teacher and more. Apart from working as a full time English teacher in Hong Kong, she also raises and nurtures two children. Her family means the world to her and life is a happy roller coaster ride. She blogs at http://tiny-tidbits.blogspot.hk/. Originally intended as a means to preserve memories for posterity, Tiny Tidbits now plays host to a wide range of issues, thoughts, musings, raves and rants.
A very smart satire !