Twinkle and the crow

Nithya, my daughter, so affectionate towards Twinkle By S Sudhir D ifficult to forget certain things. Twinkle's last day Four years ago it was the day when Twinkle, the pet who was the dearest to everyone in our family, passed away in my hands. It was mine right from the time when she was 45 days old. For six years we didn't travel anywhere, as we didn't want to leave her alone in the house. We all in our family couldn't bear what she was going through, on the last day of her journey on earth. It sang while dying During my middle school days, we stayed at a walkable distance from my school. On a rainy day as I was returning home, I heard a crow cawing in pain. I searched and found the wounded crow, fallen under a tree. As soon as the crow saw me it stopped cawing and started singing like a cuckoo. I was shocked. After a few seconds, the crow stopped singing and was only looking at me. I thought that the crow was getting better and tried to leave. But the cro...