The Soaring Seagull

Aparajita had come as usual, early morning, to the beach. The beautiful, orange sky was announcing the appearance of the Sun. Everything looked fresh. The shimmering water of the sea looked beautiful. The chirping of the birds and the cool breeze seemed to be touching everything, with new charge. Aparajita always felt rejuvenated here and that’s the reason why she, without fail, always came here at this time of the day. The wonders of Life never failed to fill her with amazement and awe. Nothing could ever make Nature stop performing its functions. What an insignificant entity man was, in this whole Universe, thought Aparajita, while making her way through the wet sand. Man, vulnerable to the slightest of changes, yet considering himself nothing less than God! How very foolish was that, Aparajita was thinking, when suddenly her eyes caught sight of a sea gull.

“Wow! Great! Superb! What a majestic flight!” she cried, clapping her hands.

Jonathan looked down at the figure clapping and cheering him. He made a few graceful swoops and down he came to her, all aglow with excitement. He waved and smiled at her.

“Hello friend, thanks for your cheers. I am Jonathan and who are you, the pretty one?”

“Aparajita. How beautifully you fly, and you fly so high! I have never seen a sea gull soar so high, up in the sky,” answered Aparajita.

“Yeah that’s right, sea gulls never soar so high,” smiled Jonathan.

“Then how come you?”Aparajita was all curious.

“Sea gulls never soar so high because they never want to,” smiled Jonathan again.

“But they can’t fly high, right?” Aparajita was keen to know.

“They can’t, because they don’t want to; and I can , because I want to. Isn’t this so simple?” he paused, and then continued, “But tell me Aparajita, you were so joyous to see me flying, do you too fly?”

“Oh, I love to fly! The feel of the strong wind against me drives me crazy, so whenever I find some time, I do fly,” gushed Aparajita.

“And how high do you fly, Aparajita?”

“Oh, only up to the height that time permits me, and then I rush back to my clan,” she confessed.

“And why do you fly only when you have to rush back?” quipped Jonathan, “As for me, I fly to reach out to my highest, and I do not think of any need to rush back, so I go higher and higher every day, finding new horizons that are so much more beautiful than the previous ones.”

“But every new horizon pushes you to the farther one, then in the process you are reaching out for your own self, leaving behind whosoever you have. Does it not make you unhappy?” It was as if Aparajita was asking her own self.

“I really don’t know, but maybe, I prefer to be a constant seeker of knowledge,” Jonathan replied.

“Hmmmm, I think I choose to use the knowledge I gain in life, rather than spending a lifetime gathering more of it,” she replied.

“You know Aparajita, I remember something that I had heard - ‘Aiming high is no way as dangerous as aiming low,’ he argued.

“I think, Jonathan, you want to reach out for your exclusive best. And I want to do the same, but in an inclusive way. I do not know which of the two paths is right; but we are, and we will, remain friends; because both of us want and value the best, right? We will keep bumping into each other for sure, because there aren’t too many seekers of the best, around. So fly Jonathan, fly to the greatest of the heights.”

“Yes Aparajita, there are more than one ways to reach a summit, so all the best to you in your quest for the best. Bye friend, till we meet again.”

Aparajita watched Jonathan glide up smoothly and gracefully, into the white clouds. She smiled her beautiful happy smile.

Author of the book “The Heart Speaks”, Medium writer since 2018, top writer in fiction, short stories. Loves writing, dance, music, children. Learner for life..