I used to go by the hospital everyday. There used to be this big wall beside the compund and a lot of plants who lived on the shade of the wall.They wouldn't have grown this far if not for sun,rain and earth alone or if some one cared for the plants alone.Playing among them a day, I found a li'l bird.It was broken,hungry.It struggled, may be.But didn't wriggle or show off.I didn't think of all these then.I didn't take it home thinking of her struggle or pain but just out of my 'childish curiousity' as I may describe my naughtiness.She came home with me full heartedly.After all she's an orphan and weeak and helpless and Me? I'm her only family now. Or such was what I assumed as I brutally kidnapped her and took her away to my home,to captivity.Just my selfishness is considerable at this point and what?I'm the hero and how can I be wrong? So she 'came with me' I gave her my love .I looked after her. I Explored my valuable trash and worked...