Raushan Kumar Gupta

Jungle parrot

The spirit of the dead parrot lingered in the air, its voice soft but firm. “Why blame him? He only sought to free a prisoner. My death is not his doing, but the consequence of my own awakening. I chose to listen to my heart, to speak my own language, and to reject the chains that bound me. If my freedom came at the cost of my life, then so be it. At least I died with my spirit unbroken.”