“Pappa, please click that pot. The flowers are looking cute”, cries the five years old girl.
But I was not interested in posing to them. Why should I? They go out and breathe fresh air. They enjoy the sunshine and the chill breeze. They walk in the snowfall and get drenched in rain. But, I am placed here, beside a window sill. I see the World outside and my heart cries for freedom. I curse my beauty. I would prefer freedom to beauty.
And I am waiting for that day when I will be released from this cage.
As a part of Friday Fictions