By a window, a colorful bird fluttered restlessly inside its cage. Standing on the other side of that window was Sulata, the housewife. Every morning, she fed the bird and changed its water. But today, she noticed the bird wasn't singing; its frantic wingbeats were a silent, painful plea for the blue sky beyond.
Sulata sighed. She felt as though she, too, was trapped within an invisible cage. Her life began in the kitchen and ended in exhaustion at night. The walls of her domestic world were her cage. Looking into the bird's eyes, she whispered, "At least you have wings; you could fly if these bars weren't here. My chains are made of mind and duty."
Suddenly, a gust of wind nudged the cage door open. Sulata could have closed it, but she didn't. Instead, she gently nudged the bird toward freedom. As she watched it soar into the open sky, she felt as if a part of her own soul had finally taken flight.
[09/02, 11:03 am] Small Didi: Once, in a small village, a little girl named Maya was born. Her parents worked in the city, so she grew up in the arms of her grandfather, whom she called 'Dadu'. From her first steps to her first words, Dadu was always there. He would walk her to school every morning, holding her tiny hand, and tell her stories of kings and fairies under the big mango tree in the evening.
As Maya grew older, Dadu became her best friend. He taught her how to ride a bicycle, how to plant seeds in the garden, and how to be kind to everyone. When she struggled with her studies, he sat beside her with patience. Years passed, and the little girl became a successful woman. On her wedding day, as she looked at Dadu's wrinkled face and tired eyes, she realized that while she was growing up, her hero was growing old. She held his hand tightly, just as he had held hers years ago, promising to never let go.