In my home, a screen door opens in terrace. This wooden frame hinged door provides us a good view of a sunlit day.
There’s hardly a distance of six to seven steps between my room and the door and this morning while reading newspaper, I observed an interesting scene.
On the inner side of a screen door, a flying moth was giving a hard time to a sparrow which on the other side was getting restless. The male sparrow with dark black and brown marks was fluttering its wings. For some moments, ascending above, both moth and sparrow continued to fly in to and fro motion. But, unlike the slow motion of a pendulum, there see saw movement was quick and frustrated and observing the agitated sparrow, I thought to open the door and makes it easy for him to catch the moth but then I remember that the life of moth is already short, for its life span is not more then a week.
It took some time before sparrow realized that his desire to catch a moth was nothing more than a futile attempt. The moment the sparrow flew, the moth also disappeared and turning my attention back to my laptop, I liked reading these quotes
“Life is a frail moth flying caught in the web of the years that pass”
“Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing”