Scribbling:
Tragedy of
Wanderer:
“While
sitting and having his food, alone in that rather peaceful rooftop cafe, he saw
an eagle sitting right in front atop that street-lamp post, watching over the
crowded streets below. It fascinated him, it always did, for their powerful big
feathers, sharp claws (that he often saw in pictures, carrying fearful little
rabbits, snakes and lambs with all authority), its hooked beak; as if ready to
tear one apart. He felt as if it was looking for its prey out of those so
called fashionable people drifting amidst dirty masses of beggars, sellers and
roadside walkways eclipsed with flies. And then suddenly he felt a cold shiver
down his spines, to know that he too would be walking down the same street in
couple of minutes as soon as his food would be over. His mouth slowed down in
sudden distress, he wished to eat for ever there, and at-least till that eagle
is sitting there. He felt too nervous to finish his meal and go down. It felt
as if that eagle is now waiting for him only, to come down and walk through
those streets. He would fly over and dive down to clutch him like a helpless
lamb in his claws. He almost screamed out of that nasty thought."
~ Praveen Parasar
oh! I love this! I run a lot in the foothills--and have literally run from raptors--hehe, thinking I look a likely s-l-o-w- moving target...:)(near death, as the exhaustion sets in)
ReplyDeletewe writers have the most vivid of imaginations. Well written. A surprising little bite--just as that hooked beak would be.
Thanks Karen. am sure of fun it must be for you to walk through those hills. i remember in childhood, resting on the roof, while hiding eyes by the arm, pretending as if dead, and almost every time there used to be some of them flying above assuming us as their lunch... remember how we used to run away then...
DeleteSurprising! really? why so... by the way, this thought came while actually seeing an eagle sitting in front, while eating at rooftop..:)