Between Two Trees
Between Two Trees While walking in the park today, I saw a pigeon hanging lifelessly from a thread stretched between two trees. I stopped. Walked closer, trying to understand what had happened. And then I realised— it was dead, caught in a killer thread: manjha. I stood there for a while, looking at that small, silent body, thinking about how something so ordinary to us can become fatal for another living being. We fly kites. We celebrate. We look up at the sky and admire the colours dancing in the wind. But somewhere below, a bird may be fighting for its life, caught in a thread we may not even notice. Perhaps that is what disturbed me most— how easily a life can become invisible. We speak of the environment in such large and distant words: climate crisis, pollution, biodiversity, ecological destruction. But sometimes, the meaning of all these words is simply a dead pigeon hanging between two trees. A life lost to something we created, something we u...