As i sit on my bed sipping tea this morning, a little sparrow comes and sits on my bedroom windowsill.
He turns his restless little body in all directions making nodding movements and flies away in the next instant changing the course of his erratic flight midway. Does it ever think in advance where it wants to go next? I wonder. How careless and carefree his life seems!
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