Author: Roshi Srivastava

  • Book Review: The Immortals of Meluha by Amish Tripathi

    Book Review: The Immortals of Meluha by Amish Tripathi

     

    Title: The Immortals of Meluha

    Author: Amish Tripathi

    Publisher: Westland Press

    Published: 2010

    Language: English

    Pages: 390

     

    SUMMARY

    • Plot

    This is the first novel of Shiva trilogy by Amish Tripathi. The story is set in the land of Meluhas. Shiva, the main character is believed  as the saviour Neelkanth  by the Meluhans. Shiva decides to help the Meluhans in their war against Chandravanshis. During his journey and the fight that ensues, Shiva learns how his choices actually reflect who he aspires to be. Is the rough hewn Tibetan immigrant Shiva, really a hero? And does he want to be that hero at all?

     

             “ A man becomes a Mahadev, only when he fights for good. A Mahadev is not born from his mother’s womb. He is forged in the heat battle, when he wages a war to destroy evil. HAR HAR NAHADEV – ALL OF US ARE MAHADEV”

    • Theme

    The themes can be summed up as Shiva, myth and fantasy. It has set a new bar for Indian fiction.

    “His burden didn’t feel any lighter, but he felt strong enough to carry it.”

    • Author

    Amish Tripathi is an Indian author. He has been awarded the Society Young Achievers Award for literature in 2013, Pride of India 2014 and more. Forbes India has ranked him among the top 100 celebrities  in India four times in a row.

    His other novels include The Secret of Nagas, The Oath of the Vayuputras, Scion of Ikshvaku.

    • Setting

              Set in 1900 B.C.,the story was based on Meluha, the probable ancient name for the Indus Valley Civilization as the modern historians say. He also made use of other places as of Swadeep, Dandaka forest.

    “I don’t believe in symbolic Gods. I believe that God exists all around us. In the flow of river, in the rustle of the trees, in the whisper of the winds. He speaks to us all the time. All we need to do is listen” 

    • Adaptation

    In January 2015 Amish Tripathi confirmed that director and screenwriter Karan Malhotra was adapting the story into the film script, with Tripathi acting as creative consultant and reviewer.

    Evaluation

    Critic reviews

    “ Amish is India’s first literary popstar”- Shekhar Kapur

    “Amish is India’s Tolkien”- Business Standard

    “Amish is…the Paulo Coelho of the east”- Business World

    “Archetypal and stirring…. Amish’s book unfold the deepest recesses of the soul.”- Deepak Chopra

    “Compelling narrative style”- Shashi Tharoor

    I strongly recommend everybody to read this book. It is the story of the man, whom legend  turned into a God. Reading mythology doesn’t interest me much. But the reviews made me read it. It deserves to be read to know how a person can envelope mythology in a modern cover. It is really unreal what he made out of famous mythological characters. It is new, fresh and will force you to rethink the basics of mythology. And do you know what really this phrase mean?

    HAR HAR MAHADEVA!”

  • Book review:The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini

    Book review:The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini

     

    Title: The Kite Runner

    Author: Khaled Hosseini

    Publisher: Bloomsbury

    Published: 2003

    Language: English

    Pages: 324

     

    SUMMARY

    • Narration

    It is narrated by Amir, the character of the novel itself, who is driven by feelings of guilt as he searches to find a way to redeem himself.

    “It’s wrong what they say about the past, I’ve learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws it’s way out.

    • Plot

    Amir, a twelve year old boy is desperate to win the local kite-fighting tournament and his loyal friend Hassan promises to help him. But they are unaware of the brutal situation they have to face that afternoon.

    “It may be unfair, but what happens in a few days, sometimes even a single day, can the course of a whole lifetime….” 

    After Russians invade and the family is forced to flee to America, Amir realises that one day he has to return to find that one thing that his new world cannot grant him: REDEMPTION.

    • Theme

    There are various themes you will encounter while reading- friendship, love, betrayal, redemption and more.

    “For you, a thousand times over.”

    • Author

    Khaled Hosseini was born in Kabul, Afghanistan and moved to United States in 1980. His novels The Kite Runner and Thousand Splendid Suns are international best sellers. In 2006, he was named a US goodwill envoy to the United Nations Refugee Agency.

    His other work includes And The Mountains Echoed, A Thousand Splendid Suns

    • Setting

                 The initial setting is in Afghanistan, 1975. Afterwards war comes to Afghanistan and the country becomes extremely dangerous. It is about Afghanistan from monarchy through Taliban.

    “There are a lot of children in Afghanistan, but little childhood.”

    • Adaptation

    The novel was adapted as  motion picture. It was released four years after the publication of the book with the same name. Directed by Marc Foster, the movie starred Khalid Abdalla as Amir and Ahmad Khan Mahmoodzada as Hassan.

    Evaluation

    Critic reviews

    “A gripping read and a haunting story of love, loss and betrayal. Guaranteed to move even the hardest heart.”- Independent

    “Hosseini is a truly gifted teller of tales…he’s not afraid to pull every string in your heart to make it sing.”- The Times

    “Devastating”-Daily Telegraph

    “Heart breaking ”-The Times

    I strongly recommend everybody to read this book. You will experience almost every emotion while reading it. The way he has written is commendable. Although he uses simple and clear language, but the way he portrays his characters is outstanding. You will be able to breathe his characters. You will live every moment which comes as you turn the pages. It will let you hold your book tightly and will not get bored. This is one novel you will recommend everybody as soon as you complete reading it. This novel stays with you days after reading it. It will be a treat to you reading this novel or any of his novel. Khaled Hosseini is a gifted one.

    “Better to get hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie.”

  • Book Review : Room by Emma Donoghue

    Book Review : Room by Emma Donoghue

    Title: Room

    Author: Emma Donoghue

    Publisher: Picador

    Published: 2010

    Language: English

    Pages: 401

     

    Narration

    Emma Donoghue’s choice of Jack, a five year old boy as the narrator is perhaps the strongest point of her work. Narration is really incredible and use of the language is brilliant.

    “When I was a little kid I thought like a little kid, but now I’m  five I know everything.”

    Plot

    Jack lives with his Ma in Room, which has a locked door and a skylight, and measures 11 feet by 11 feet. He loves watching TV, and the cartoon characters he calls his friends, but he knows that nothing he sees is truly real- only him, Ma and things in the room. Until the Ma admits that there is world outside and devises a plan to escape. Will they be able to execute it? Read it yourself!

    “The world is always changing brightness and hotness and soundness, I never know how it’s going to be the next minute.”

    Theme

    It portrays how love can be nurtured and survive in the darkest of the place. It beautifully speaks about the bond between a parent and a child. It is a story with the message of Never to loose hope.

     “Scared is what you’re feeling. Brave is what you’re doing.” 

    Author

    Emma Donoghue is an Irish- Canadian playwright, literary historian, novelist and screenwriter. Her most famous work includes Room which was shortlisted for Orange Prize and the Man Booker Prize in 2010. Her fiction includes the bestselling Slammerkin. Her other works include The Sealed Letter, Landing, The Woman Who Gave Birth to Rabbits, Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins and more.

    “Donoghue manages to build a level of suspense which makes the book impossible to set aside” Toronto Sun

    Adaptation

    A movie was also released by the same name in 2015, an independent drama film directed by Lenny Abrahamson. It stars Brie Larson as Ma and Jacob Tremblay as Jack. It won myriad awards in different categories.

    The writer of the film has also adapted her script for the stage. The play with music will premier in May 2017 at Theatre Royal Stratford East.

     

    Evaluation

    Critic reviews

    “Room is a book to read in one sitting. When it’s over you look up: the world  looks the same but you  are somehow different and that feeling  lingers for days” AUDREY NIFFENEGGER, author of THE TIME TRAVELER’S WIFE.

    “One of the most profoundly affecting books I’ve read in a long time” JOHN BOYNE, author of THE BOY IN THE STRIPED PYJAMAS .

    “Heart- burstingly , gut-wrenchingly compassionate” Daily Mail.

    “Utterly gripping” Mirror Book of the Week

    “Totally unique and intriguing “ Cosmopolitan

    It is one of the novel one should read. The way author has portrayed the limitless bond between Jack and Ma is inspiring.

    At some points you will hold your breath and  forced to turn the pages. In a nut shell, it is a great novel and I strongly recommend everybody to read this book.

  • LESSON AT THE BACKYARD

    LESSON AT THE BACKYARD

    When we were small children, we enjoyed everything because we did what we really loved to do. This story tells how Advik learned about life’s lesson from his six years old daughter.

     

    “Oh! Darn it,” he said as the tea spilled out of that busy morning cup. He went into the kitchen to take wiping cloth.

    Just then the phone rang.

    “Now one more! Who calls so early in the morning!”, he slapped the cloth on the table and took quick steps towards his room.

    “Hello!” he softens his voice.

    “Advik, this is to remind you that you have a meeting today with a client. Do come on time. And Sir will come today to check the project,” answered one of his colleagues from the other side.

    “Ah, yes I remember. Well, thanks. I’ll be on time,” he replied. He closed his eyes tightly with his hands and took a deep breath.

    “So much work to do. Well, it is the same thing every day.” He recollected his strength and started again.

    It was nine in the morning. Monday made him wore a formal black pant and white shirt and grey coat over it. As he combed his hair, his eyes glued at a photograph of him holding a trophy.  A gentle smile touched his lips and his deep dark black eyes craved for that passed time.

    “Papa, I am getting late for school,” shouted her six years old daughter, Mahira.

    “Five minutes, coming,” he replied.

    He took his car keys and they both got out of the house and sat in the car.

    “When will Mummy be home?” asked Mahira.

    “On Sunday dear! And yes, today Aunt Renee will come to pick you up from school,” he said as he drove into the busy streets of the city.

    “Yay!” She swung her arms. “ Today no crosswords. I will make mud castle in her backyard,” she said.

    “Oh!NO, NO you will only get dirty.”

    She did not pay attention to his words as her eyes bugged out when she saw a Disney theme restaurant.

    She peeked out of the car. “Papa look, so beautiful. Please! We should go there today for the dinner,” she pleaded.

    “Sorry Dear, maybe some other day.” He drove again.

    Green light signalled. She narrowed her eyebrows and clenched her fists.

    He dropped her at the school and went to his office. Today was an important day for him as his boss would approve projects assigned to employees.

    “Hey Good morning!” said his colleague and friend Rohan as he shook hands with Advik. “Let’s go and review our projects.”

    Walking down the stairs Rohan told Advik about one of their college friends.

    “Remember Farhan, who played guitar?”

    “Ah! Yes…,” nodded Advik as he took the tea from the tea machinery. “What is he doing nowadays?”

    “He plays guitar at parties and shows,” Rohan said as he took cappuccino for him.

    “I think he should switch to some real business, not much he would earn like that,” said Advik as he opened a blue file and started reviewing his work.

    “But it was really exciting,” said Rohan.

    It was two in the afternoon when their boss came for project approval. After going through myriad ideas, the project lead went to some other employee.

    A brooding expression occupied Advik’s face. He went to his cabin.

    “Hey! Congratulations, you are the assistant head,” greeted Rohan. Advik listened with an absent air and kept glancing at the computer screen. He rolled a pen between his fingers.

    “Hey! Are you listening?”

    “I wanted to be the project head instead. I worked really hard for it. Anyway,” he said dismally and kept the pen and again went to have a cup of tea.

     

     

    The clock struck seven in the evening. He pulled down the car at Reene’s home.

    “Welcome, Advik!” greeted Reene, who wore a crop top and lungi skirt and a green ethnic turban adorned her look.

    “Hi Reene, how are you?”

    “Wonderful,” she smiled.

    “You seem happy!”

    “ Yes, Today I designed a beautiful gown.” She swung her arms. “You must see it,” she said and went into the kitchen.

    “Where is Mahira?” His eyes searched for her.

    “At the backyard,” she replied.

    “Ah, she never listens, getting dirty again in the mud,” he rolled his eyes and started moving towards the backyard.

    He saw Mahira sitting on her knee and when she stepped aside, he saw a small, rough but beautiful mud castle.

    “WOW!”

    “Papa!” she ran towards him. “See, I told you I would make a castle today. How is it?” her eyes twinkled.

    He took her hands and dusted all the mud. “It is really good. Well done dear!”

    “Wait, some things are left to do,” she returned.

    Reene came and stood beside him.

    “Here is your tea,” she said as she offered him a cup.

    “Thanks.”

    Reene took out a beautiful peach gown from the box. “Look at this,” she said.

    “Mesmerizing!” he said bug-eyed, “Your client will get mad at this.”

    “No, it is for you, gift your wife,” she looked straight into his eyes.

    “But Reene ..” he tried to say something.

    “I’ll be happier if she will wear it,” she said.

    He looked at her and took a deep sigh. “Alright, I will take it. Really, thanks for this,” he said and hugged her.

    They both sat on a wooden chair.

    “So how was your day?” she asked.

    “I am assigned as assistant head for a big project. Loads of work to do tonight.”

    Mahira leaned forward to make the tea. “Oh! Great, you should celebrate then,” she said.

    Advik just gave a frail smile. He was looking at Mahira.  “Today she was supposed to learn tables and – ”

    “Oh God! Don’t make me mad.” Reene rolled her eyes. “She is just a child now,” she said.

    “Yes, but you -” Advik tried to say something.

    “ You know children’s minds develop faster playing outdoor,” said Mahira.

    “Really!” Advik narrowed his eyes. “Yeah! She seem happy here,” he said.

    “Yes, because she is doing what she loves and that’s why she is enjoying,” she said as she gave the tea to Advik.

    He raised his eyebrows quizzically.

    Reene lifted her chin.“ You know, when we were small children, we were always happy. We fought to get our favourite toys. Played all day long but didn’t get tired. We did what we loved. And now we wonder what is missing? Why is it boring and tiring!?” she said as she threw her hands out.

    Advik listened to her staring at the green grass, his hands folded. He tilted his head and pressed his lips and nodded as she smiled.

    “I finished it,” Mahira came running.

    “Beautiful,” they both praised her.

    “Now we can go home, Papa.”

    Advik kneaded his eyebrows, loosen his tie and started rubbing his chin and said,“ Who will cook food, I am tired. I think we should go to this new Disney theme restaurant Reene. Will you join us Mahira?”

  • UNSUNG HERO

    UNSUNG HERO

    Housewives has been taken for granted.How everyone becomes blind to her minute sacrifices has been detailed in the story.Imagine a day without your mother.Who would have prepared your delicious meals,washed your clothes,organised your room?And the unconditional love? It might be just another day for you but your mother,the woman is like oil which keep you running all through the day.

     

    “Memsahib! Here is your milk.”

    She yawned and took the milk. “Hari! Have you started mixing water in it!?” she enquired as she raised her eyebrows.

    “No, no! Memsahib, How can I do that with you? You are my old customer,” said Hari defending himself.

    “Oh! That means you do that with your new customers for sure,” she said wittingly. Hari frowned. “OK!OK! You can go now,” she said as she closed the door.

    That was Ragini around her 40s, mother of two children. Monday had her long black hairs pulled up in a tight bun. She wore a purple cotton saree. Her legs were bare and wrists were adorned by simple red bangles which gave a musical touch to the environment as her hand moved continuously to do the household chore.

    “Wake up! Akira it’s 6 O’ clock,” she said as she pulled up the curtains.

    “Mummy! Let me sleep. I don’t  want to go to school today.”

    “Ok! Sleep but at least call and wish your friend on her birthday if you are not going today.”

    “OMG! How can I forget,” exclaimed Akira as she suddenly stood up on her bed. She rushed to the bathroom.

    “ I just wonder what the school does. Birthday treats drives them more than the classes,” said Ragini and started folding the blanket and organizing Akira’s bed.

    She went in the kitchen then. She started preparing breakfast and lunch. While she did all this, she sang a song from Manna Dey’s album- “zindagi kaisi hai paheli haii..kabhi ye hasaye..kabhi ye-.”

    Her song was obstructed by Akira yelling from the hallway. “Mom! I am going to school. Bye!”

    “Wait! Wait!” Ragini ran and gave lunch to Akira. “Take your lunch. It’s aloo ka paratha.”

    Akira frowned. “Now I am in 10th standard, nobody brings lunch now! Also, this aloo ka paratha is so oily and untrendy,” she yelled.

    Ragini gasped. “But what you will eat then!? Take it, you are still in 10th standard and I am not going to give so much money every day,” she said as she kept the tiffin inside her bag. Akira angrily shut the door hard and left for school. Ragini sighed and returned to the kitchen to clean the leftover.

    The clock struck eight.

    “…pull the lace back through the hole to form a second loop, then pull on both the loops to tighten the knot,” explained Ragini to Kyra.

    “Where are my keys? I am getting late” said he as he rushed into the room.

    Kyra ran to her father. “Today is my primary race Papa and I have to tie my shoes in the midway,” she said as she hugged her.

    “Oh! All the best dear,” said he.

    “Ugh!” groaned Ragini as she went in the hall. “Here! Take it. It has been ten years and you are not able to find your keys.”

    “It’s  your business in here. There should be something for you to do all day long at home,” he said.

    She became a little sad at it. But it is what she has been doing and seeing since long. She recollected her emotions and started plating breakfast for him.

     

    The clock struck twelve in the noon. It was a celebration for Akira that day in school. While she was talking to the birthday girl, another friend broke into their conversation. “The canteen’s been closed!” she exclaimed.

    “What!” Akira and her friend exclaimed.

    “What I’ll  give you all for the treat now!” said her friend sadly. Just then someone shouted with amazement from behind “Akira you brought lunch!”

    “Mom must have thought it to be my younger sister’s bag,” she defended herself.

    “But today your Mom came out as a saviour. Wow! Now at least we have something to eat,” said her friend. She opened the tiffin and everyone had it and praised it.

     

    Meanwhile, back at the home, Ragini was chatting to her neighbour. “Ugh! There is a lot of work to do,” she said as she was leaning on the door and one of her hand resting on her tired waist.

    “Be strong! God gave us so much power. After all, it is us who give birth to the baby,” said her neighbour.

    “Yes, He gave us so much strength. But for what to bear the pain that we go through while giving birth. That’s why a woman is able to bear the hardships so easily,” she said sadly. “Ok, bye I have loads of work to do,” said Ragini as she closed the door.

     

    Ragini has just finished her work as the door bell rang. It was Akira. She kept the bag on the couch and lied on it as she came victorious after a war.

    “Oh! Akira, at least learn to do your work yourself. I have been doing so much work since morning!” she scolded her.

    “Mom why don’t you keep a servant then!”

    “I will keep the day when you give your hard earned money to me,” she said wittingly.

    “Oh, Mom! I wonder how you relate everything with my studies,” said Akira and went to her room.

    Ragini took out the lunchbox and was happy to see that it has been finished.

    A satisfaction can be seen from her face. Although not directly but through her food, she delivers love for her family.

     

    It was a full moon that day. The lights has been switched on and everyone sat at the dinner table while Ragini is busy making chapattis in the kitchen.

    Kyra said with excitement, “Yippee! I won the race today.”

    “Thanks Dad for it Kyra. It’s him who taught you to run,” said Akira from across the table.

    Meanwhile, Ragini was serving food to everyone.

    “Oh! Today was a busy day. I had so many clients. Listen! Have you brought the lotion from the store.”

    “Yes, I have kept in on the bedside table,” said Ragini and again went to the kitchen.

    “Mom I have finished eating. Ah! Feeling really sleepy,” she said as she yawned and went to her room.

    Everybody finished eating went to their rooms. Ragini cleaned the dining table and then the kitchen. Prepared a plate for herself to eat. As she sat at the table, she accounted every money that was spent on that day.

    After that, she cleaned the dishes. Switched off the lights. Just when she opened her room she was hugged by her daughter Kyra. “Thank you Mummy!” she said.

    “Shush! Keep it low,” she said as took her into her arms and continued moving to her daughter’s room.

    “Ma’am  told me that I won because I was able to tie the shoe laces quickly,” she whispered.

    Ragini laid her on her bed with a soft smile. “Really! You are a smart girl,” she murmured. “There you go! Good night! Don’t let the bugs bite,” she said and kissed on her forehead. She switched off the light and carefully closed the door.

    And finally went to sleep.

  • Flightless bird

    Flightless bird

    Series of conversations between a girl and a bird which reflects light upon the relationship between a parent and a child (specially girl child).How a parent realises that becoming so much protective about the child can dig a grave for the child instead!

     

    One day Kyra’s father brought home a bird. It was a sweet little bird. Kyra was so happy to see her. The bird was kept in a pretty pink cage.

     

    Kyra named her Twinnie. One evening Kyra was sitting on a garden chair and saw some birds flying in the sky.

    “Twinnie I’ll never let you go out there. You will get lost and I love you so much,” said Kyra.

    “But what if I like the sky and I want to go there!?” questioned Twinnie.

    “Oh! First learn to fly, try it in there in your cage,” replied Kyra.

    “But Kyra……”.

    The bird wanted to say something but Kyra left.

    Another day Sun came up with a light of hope. Twinnie, inside her cage, saw a bird nearby. It was doing some movements which mesmerized her like walking swiftly, sitting sometimes on a tree, sometimes on fresh grass, eating worms, playing with other birds and flying carefree. Just then Kyra came to her and opened her cage to give her food.

     

    “Kyra I want to come out and enjoy the weather,” said Twinnie.

    “But Twinnie you get it in here. This cage isn’t all closed. It has wide openings for winds to come in. You get it all here!” Kyra explained.

    “But you see I also want to fly. I saw other birds flapping their wings, so I also tried to do so. But this cage is so small,” complained Twinnie.

    “Oh!Twinnie” sighed Kyra” I will bring you a bigger one. But you don’t come out. You don’t know conditions out here. These birds you see are eaten by others animals. It is dangerous out here. I am just …you know. Just protecting you.”

    She then went out to buy a bigger cage for Twinnie.

    Next day Kyra came with a large size cage. She asked Twinnie to switch to her new cage. Twinnie was happy to see more space. She flew and flew and flew until she got tired and slept. Another day came she woke up started to sit on some branches which were peeping inside the cage.

     

    “Oh! I love the smell and taste and colour and freshness, it feels so new and great,” said Twinnie joyfully.

    Days passed she did the same thing again and again, but not able to go beyond those iron boundaries. She never learned to fly in a carefree manner.

    One morning Kyra came to her.

    “So, enjoying the weather. Are you flying?” asked Kyra.

    “Mmm…flapping my wings to go from one corner to other and then to another and yes! Sometimes feeling the freshness of one or two leaves, if this is flying then yes! I am flying.”

    “What do you mean? Why are you sounding so dull and sarcastic? I brought you this big cage so that you can fulfil you dream to learn to fly and you should be thankful to me,” burst Kyra.

    “But I don’t think it should be like this. Somehow I feel something is lacking but I am not able to guess what it is. Don’t you think I should also come out and fly in a better way like others do?” asked sad little Twinnie.

    “No, not at all …you see you are getting everything in here.You don’t have to search and do hard work for your food, you are not harmed by other animals, you are so safe in here, everything is just so easy. And you are complaining about this?” again burst Kyra.

    “I don’t want you to come out and get lost or exploited. You know I love you!” said Kyra in upset tone and went inside.

    Twinnie sighed helplessly and said, “This easiness is making me uncomfortable”.

     

    Days passed Kyra never let Twinnie come out of the cage.Twinnie many times talked about her confusions about life and experiences but Kyra’s answer was same -“You are getting enough. There is no need to come out”.

     

                More days passed, then weeks, months. One afternoon Kyra was talking with her college friend and she came to know that she too had a pet bird. So her friend invited her to see the bird.

    When Kyra entered her friend’s house she opened a small garden gate and saw some birds drinking water from the same bowl.

    “OH! How beautiful!” she exclaimed.

    She then entered a room and saw her friend.

    “Hi! Kyra where have you been?”

    “OH! Sorry actually I.. “Kyra was interrupted by her friend.

    “Chippie…Chippie…hey! Come see your new friend Kyra,” said her friend.

    “Hey! this is one of those birds I saw in your garden,” said Kyra.

    “Yes! This is my chippie,” said her friend.

    “But how do you recognize her?” asked Kyra.

    “Oh!…she is my bird Chippie..I know her…and every bird has their individuality. You just need to look keenly at them,” replied her friend.

    “Your bird is not in a cage. Are you not afraid if she forgets you and get lost or harmed by others?” again asked Kyra.

     

    “Oh! Kyra, they are living beings, they need to grow. They cannot grow in cages, they only age in that cave. And if you will not let them out, how they will learn to handle their problems, they need to catch their prey and earn their food, they need to fly up high in the sky. They are born for that, you know. They are not your slave. They will not learn something until they will experience it.They…they need to live Kyra,” explained her friend.

    Kyra was silent for a moment and said, “Sorry dear! Actually, I just got reminded, I have something important to do,” and she left for her home.

    She ran as fast as she could to reach her home. She went straight to Twinnie’s cage.Twinnie was sitting inside her cage. Passing time made her hopeless and helpless with gloomy eyes.

     

    “Twinnie! I think you should be out here with me.I love you but I cannot stop you from doing something you love. I am sorry!” said Kyra regretfully. And then she released the bird and did the right thing for her in which Twinnie had joy.