From one of the still existing woodlands, my dad brought me a parrot. It's better to say that he caught it by chance. That poor creature sat inside my dad's caravan seeking shelter from October's heat. My uncle was in the tax collecting department, hence he knew the best ways to hide his black money. He made a silver prison for him.

My friends used to tell me the tales of their pet creatures, but I used to stand still listening to their crappy talk with green-eyed jealousy. After I got this parrot, I got only one thing to boast to them, which was the universal fact that he could Mimic my voice.

He used to move round and round his cage many times a day. I thought that he was hungry for a troll. My courteous dad took pains and bought a parrot for his company. They fought a lot so we caged them separately, maybe because she was not his type .

My parrot used to open his throat only after midnight when the moon was just above his head. It was the most irritating thing ever. After getting a mate, he was silent until one day I heard him shouting. We thought that he was excited, so we went back to sleep.The following morning something horrible happened. The new parrot was attacked by a stray cat. Her head must have rolled on the ground before hitting the dining table leg as her head was lying near the table leg while her cold body was lying down on the silver death bed.My original pet was hung above her so he was safe. After seeing the bloody murder,our hearts melted and we decided to free him . We opened his cage door. He stepped out in confusion , moved his head left to look back at his open cage. He stood there looking around for seconds and just like a tiger leaping at his target, he leaped out of his cage and flew at the magnificent blue-tiled sky. As he flew far away, his wings fell down gently on the ground as if they were kissing the floor.

I thought that he was gone for forever. Thinking about the same, I cried my eyes out . The next morning, my house was full of chaos as the criminal had returned to his cell. Maybe he liked his prison or free food. We gave him some grains which he ate and left. He used to return after two days. This return and send-off was the most thrilling time for us. Soon days got converted into months just like humans who go to some far away places do. We noticed that he was getting fatter and fatter. One day he returned with his leg clipped. Maybe he was caught by a petshop owner or some naughty kids. I marked his other feet as a sign of my ownership and sent him off. My instincts were not supporting my decision to send him off this time, nor were his movements. Probably due to his obesity or clipped leg or some mental torture, he failed to take a leap at the sky at his first attempt.

After that day, I never saw him again. His silver prison was melted to make jewelry. His features are kept in a box inside the drawer of my table as testimony. Maybe he died or got trapped or went far away from here.....or maybe he got real freedom. Well, that's a fact that only he knows. For my part, he gave me a heartwarming story to boast about to my friends.