LOVEBIRDS...
My big sis brought home a pair of lovebirds some weeks back. They teased, ruffled, romped with each other. Deep attachments between them both were evident as the days go by. Soulmates and playmates.
One died two days ago, and no one was sure why. It is a belief that lovebirds survive only in a pair. Without doubt, my big sis took the lovebird to choose another partner the very next day. Yesterday evening, the cage was once again occupied with a pair of lovebirds. I saw them both standing far apart within the huge cage. No noise. No movement. It was the total opposite of how the old couple used to behave. I gazed at them through a glass panel as I sat looking out into the balcony. That moment, I thought I felt the grief of the surviving lovebird mourning for his late partner. I thought about how true love really exists.
Two hours later, after my dinner, as I sat missing someone out there, I decided to peek at the awkward couple once again. The wind was blowing strong outside then. The lovebirds were perched on the same branch as they huddled close to each other. What a drastic change! They are inseperable since.
I have come to realise that, as loneliness engulfs oneself, irrationality and emotions take control. Adversity strengthens bonds, even at times when we least expect it.
Love versus companionship? They don't at all times come hand in hand.
