Choices! What will it be? #69

The blue, turquoise, green and copper gold color of the peacock feathers were the colors of the fantasy world of my childhood. It was a passion for me to collect these feathers from where I could.

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I with my school friends went to the house of an arrogant person, who kept peacocks in his private zoo. But of course he didn't allow us. We repeated our efforts many times, gave him the references of my family, but he was a stubborn person, and we innocent creatures couldn't found a way to deal with his pigheaded nature.

I tried many other ways to gain feathers, like to bribe my schoolmates. Although every time I faced disappointment, I didn't let it go. Maybe I was obstinate at that time. But then a day came in my life when my uncle brought a peacock and a peahen at home. This was the happiest day. I looked at the peacock for hours. I was like in the rain of thousands of colors.

Well, my uncle trained the peacocks and we let them free in the house. In the beginning, they used to stay at home, but gradually they started moving around in the surrounding houses and fields. Then there came a time when they started moving around the entire village. They become the apple of the eyes of everyone. And after the rambling they returned to home. The peacock shed all his feathers once in year. I collected them all and decorated them in vases.

My friends flattering for feathers. Sometimes I gave them but mostly I denied because I was possessive like the owner of the private zoo.

A place at the railing of terrace was specified where the peacock slept at night, while the peahen slept at the raspberries tree on the lawn. Under the tree there were hundreds of sunflowers, some rose bushes, three pomegranate trees, four guava trees, plum tree, another raspberries tree and a date tree planted by my mother. My duty was to feed these peacocks daily.

I loved them, especially the peacock, but one day when I was giving him food, he rushed over me, and tore my hand skin with his sharp nails. After that day, I kept a distance from the him and I think he understood it. At that time, I thought I, along with these peacocks, sunflowers, roses, raspberries, dates, swings, traditional ancestral residential building and family, will live an eternal life.

And then destiny turns its next page. Some tragedies happened and my father decided to leave that home. The garden of my dream life, peacocks and my uncle's family are left behind and life moves forward. After a few years, I visited my home. The building was renewed but the lawn was destroyed. I was sitting on the bare land of lawn and touching the ground to feel the life which once took birth from this very soil.

And then I saw the peacock who jumped from the wall to the ground. He was slowly walking. He looked very weak, old and alone. A wave of pain crossed my body. He didn't notice me or maybe he forgot me. The view in front of my eyes faded, maybe some salty water gathered in my eyes. After a few days, my father told me that the peacock died.

All the emotions of this tale on one side, but the pain of his death is above all.

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