Feathers Stretched Out


By Sanjuda S, Class 9, RD International School, Erode

As I glide across the cerulean canvas of the world’s ceiling among fleecy clouds that envy my motion, I see a prodigious panorama of the world from the top of everyone else. No, I am not a supernatural creature, but simply a bird relishing her own sweet liberty. I fly beyond the world’s ends, over verdant meadows, blue oceans, clamouring cities, towering skyscrapers and polluted rivers. But often when I actually observe the world below, I sense both humour and horror in its present state. My forefathers would really be gasping at the wonders that have been churned out today, owing to human dominance over the planet of earth. Often when I glance down at the petty humans I see some sort of trouble going on, either a disaster, or an epidemic, or something as mundane as a political conflict. That’s quite true that humans have advanced brains but we, animals too have certain adaptive features that are unknown to the holy human brain. For instance, animals can sense certain pulses weeks before an earthquake is about to occur.

The humans pathetically do not have such an attribute. I am going to narrate about a scene that has been immortal in my mind ever since I saw it. That day, as usual, I was soaring in the winter air, exploring the continents of the mysterious globe. Suddenly my nostrils started tingling and my eyes began to water. The air here was highly dusty. Curious, I dropped lower to make out its source. What I saw was quite shocking. The entire city underneath, which had once been a conurbation, was almost reduced into mere fragments. The scene was one of corrugated debris and turmoil; probably an earthquake had raked this place minutes ago. I gasped at the sight of a huge medley of demolished buildings and roads.

The rescue team and armies of police must have arrived there only to discover a necropolis. A giant tower was stooping dangerously over a group of rescuers who had amassed there to yank out anyone who was stuck amidst the debris. Everything, save for a few houses, failed to be spared from the fatal hands of the massive earthquake. I flew over broken roads, shattered glass and uprooted trees. A rusty odour lingered over the blood-drenched soil. The environment around seemed to weep and wail. As expected, every animal seemed to have vacated this place except humans. I felt great sorrow at the plight of the poor humans who terribly failed to sense the approaching debacle.

A few people were lucky enough to emerge alive on that day but the world had turned upside-down for them. They lost their secure shelters; they lost the ones closest to their hearts. Their once perfectly normal lives had been tumbled into a mess. I am uncertain when my world will turn upside-down, but if it does just now, I have only one thing to say; spiralling across the sky I go, tranquillity above and chaos below.


Sanjuda S RD International School