Let the feathers fly with happiness ...! .

There were a variety of birds in the cage.

Speaking as if crying.

The hunter was selling birds.

The birds had different prices for different birds. Ten rupees for a parrot, fifteen rupees for a mana, twenty rupees for a bulbul! And the price was even higher than the price of an unfamiliar bird.

The hunter was shouting: 'Take the bird, the bird that sings, the bird that is the friend of man, the bird that makes children happy, the bird that adorns the house.'

Someone paused. Talking to the birds. Buying a bird for a pittance.

A different kind of man came and stood. Thick coat, long beard, heavy hat. The whole body is covered. He didn't have a leg but he didn't show up. He had a dang like Gandhiji, not a stick in his hand.

He asked the hunter: 'How many birds are there, friend?'

'How much do you want?'

'All the same.'

'Total is seventeen.'

'The price of all off.'

"So ... even if it is three hundred, if you take it all together, I will give it in 50."

'No. Only three hundred. ' The heavy buyer said: And gave three hundred rupees.

'But ...' the hunter asked: 'How are you going to take it?'

'Open all the cage doors.'

'Ah ...!'

'Yes.'

"So you don't have to take it?"

'I have to deliver them to the infinite sky. In a relaxed atmosphere. In the open air of freedom. '

The hunter found this man strange. But what about him? He had got his price.

He started flying birds one by one. A cage opening and a bird fleeing! Another door opened and another bird flew! The third door opened and the third bird flew!

As if without patience, even a heavy human being immediately started opening the cages.

Kautuk was the only hunter. Asked: 'Brother! Sir !! I have never seen a family like yours. Are you ... the leader of Jivadaya? "

'I am,' said the heavy man who bought the birds, 'I am a soldier. I am a soldier who has gone to war and captured enemies. I have been in prison abroad for seventeen years. Not our wounded service, not the remedy, not the food, not the water, the disgrace and reproach of our country. Brother! Dude !! I am the one who knows the condition of the prisoner and I am the one who knows the joy of liberation. There is no such thing as freedom in the world. Freedom is heavenly rare. Slavery, persecution, pain, imprisonment, slander, insults ... all these sufferings can only be understood by a prisoner knowingly. I am a soldier of freedom and where I see captivity, I see bondage, I see slavery, I blow the conch shell of freedom. If brother! He flew into the sky and showed the birds chirping and said: 'If. What a wonderful way to screw people over. '

The flag of freedom was hoisted. With that victory and pride, the soldier began to leave. As he was leaving, he gave another three hundred rupees to Pardhi.

The hunter says: 'But now I have no other birds.'

The soldier says: 'This price is for the birds you have not caught. Dude! This is not the case with any other business. Not to deprive anyone of their freedom. Not to catch birds. Not to sell it. '

As he was leaving, the soldier was preaching: 'Be free and I will not take away anyone's freedom. They are dumb but want freedom. Freedom is the birthright of living beings and animals. And they were dumb in captivity, now what if everyone was singing the sweet, sweet celestial songs of freedom. '

An extra three hundred rupees of unsold, unsold birds were playing into the hands of the hunter. The currency notes were giving him a new and accurate lesson.

The distant soldier was singing with the thumping sound of a Gandhi-stick:

Let the feathers fly happily

Sing a song

Manmohini of freedom

Spread free air.

In the seven heavens of the universe

Sing proudly

Mukti Kera Meghdhanushi

Enjoy the colorful color.