"How are you all today,must be hungry?",he said and slowly sitting down on a wooden bench,putting his stick towards his right leg,he took out few small pieces of bread from a folded newspaper and flew them from his hand towards them and they just jumped down fighting with each other just to eat as much as they can."Com'on don't fight and eat properly", and they stopped fighting and started eating properly."That's good",he said smiling.He sat there till no bread crump was left in newspaper.He sat there watching from his spectacles, in between adjusting it to see properly with his weak hands,so that he can properly see them.Time has turned him old enough to have wrinkles on his face and his skin from face just hangs down.His eyes could barely see as its get darker,his knees joint cried as he moved his feet's.But now from years it seems that this pain has become so much part of his life that ,he can't imagine how will he feel without it.Old Age has bend his back down,and taken away all his support.But still some how in this lonely world he has find some friends,who would not reply to his words as human can but can feel his love for them because love does not have any languages.As sun slowly came down and get cooler,he would come here to fill the emptiness which has captured his heart from years and to share few moments of peace with these little birds.He knew these little birds were far better than human beings,at least they wont hurt anybody like human do.Sun has already started to hide behind the mountains and slowly and slowly dark was engulfing the rays of lights from sky.So, he holded his stick and pushed his body away from bench with lot of effort and standing with the support of his stick,he smiled with pain of separation and said "good bye" to those little birds who after having there meal with his friend where ready to have a sound sleep on there cosy bed.After his "good bye" they get a signal and flied away with their delicate wings to the tree nearby and disappeared behind the thick leaves.He move ahead with small steps leaving behind his only peaceful corner.Behind his back sun closed his eyes slowly to relax behind the mountains and ended the journey of this day.As day ends so began hopes and dreams of tomorrow.But here also he was the poorest one,as he didn't had any hopes or any dreams left for tomorrow.His life was aimless at the verge and how long he will feed these bird with his hands,that only he know who has created this entire world.
