the most important event in my day was perhaps the sighting of a falling eagle.
an electric line which provides most of the life to otherwise morose lifestyle of middle class delhi snuffed out the life of the king of birds. poignantly it's a metaphor of life itself in more ways than one.
i wish i had sighted soaring eagles instead.the eagle in the incident could be the aspirations of the young which, often battling consevation and agencies of decandence fail to soar. there is something very sad, almost sinister about the the death of dreams. they finish people in ways that no guns can.
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