Idyllic Thoughts

Am sitting in a forest. Watching birds fly by. Flocks and single. Tiny and not-so. Fluttering their wings. Piercing through the air with effort. We say birds are free. Are they really? We are bound by our thoughts, our opinions. Are they too? Saw a tiny bird fluttering hard against wind, piercing the air with sheer effort and flying off. Is it why a bird is free? We can't break away from our preconceived ideas. Is that why we are not free?

ನಾನು ಸೂರ್ಯವಂಶಿ. ಆದರೆ ಸೂರ್ಯ ಮಾತ್ರ ಚಂದ್ರವಂಶಿ. ಅವನು ಎದ್ದು ಬರೋದು ರಾತ್ರಿಯೇ. ಅವನು ಬರದೆ ಬೆಳಗಾಗೋಲ್ಲ. ಬೆಳಗೆ ಎದ್ದರೆ ಮಾತ್ರ ಅವನು ಸೂರ್ಯವಂಶಿಯಾಗ್ತಾನೆ. ಅಲ್ವಾ? ಇದೊಂಥರಾ ಕೋಳಿ ಮೊದಲೋ, ಮೊಟ್ಟೆ ಮೊದಲೋ ಸಮಸ್ಯೆ ಥರ.