Dr. Sarla Singh “Snigdha”
Delhi
A small baby pigeon suddenly fell down from a tree. At the same time a group of children was passing by. At first the children stood near it out of curiosity, but seeing it in an injured state, slowly everyone moved away. Maybe they were afraid that their mother would beat them or they were thinking that what use is this to them? A child who was sitting near the baby pigeon picked it up, perhaps he had too much faith in his mother. He brought the baby home, “Mummy, look how badly Pijju is injured.” With this, the baby pigeon was also named “Pijju”. When the mother saw the baby pigeon, she became worried. Its beak is also injured, what can it be fed? Then she found a solution that milk should be poured into its mouth using a piece of cotton. Then someone suggested that milk can be fed using a dropper as well. And after feeding two or four drops of milk to Pijju, the mother started considering herself the ultimate winner. Now the problem arose as to what to apply on Pijju’s wound. Well, with the consent of mother, father and children, it was decided to apply turmeric oil. Due to the mother’s day and night service, Pijju started growing wings. One day Pijju picked up the grains kept in her hand and ate them. Now everyone’s happiness knew no bounds, Pijju had eaten something on his own for the first time. Now the worry about his food was over. At least now he could eat on his own. “Mummy, when will it fly?” Rohit asked his mother anxiously. “It will definitely fly, just be patient.” Mother said. “Right now its wings are growing, when they grow fully, we will teach it to fly.” Mother completed her sentence. Pijju used to jump around the house without a cage. Yes, it was definitely ensured that the grills of the windows and doors were not open. The bathroom door was not open. At night, he was kept in a cage. Gradually, Pijju also became friendly with the people of the house. He would sit on someone’s hand and peck grains comfortably and then jump and sit on the other’s hand. Slowly, Pijju’s wings grew completely but he did not know how to fly. Now the mother found a way to make him fly. She wanted to go outside and teach Pijju to fly. There should be two or three people in this so that Pijju does not get hurt. He should not be injured by any animal. Now the mother and sons were ready to teach Pijju to fly. After four to five days of hard work, Pijju learned to fly. He would fly and sit on the tree and come back to his mother. Pijju would come to the balcony to eat, eat grains from the mother’s hand, drink water and then comfortably go back to the tree. It is said that God has made everyone’s pairs, so how could Pijju stay behind? One day Pijju also became friends with his partner. Now Pijju started staying outside for two-four days but would come back to the balcony. Mother also used to wait for him like her child, she had started recognizing his voice. Then they had to change their house. They started living far away from there. But the neighbours said that Pijju used to come and sit in their balcony often as if he was calling his mother. After a few days, he left from there disappointed, perhaps to his new nest with his new family.
