BIRDS IN FIRE

                                                           I

A motorbike is seen proceeding towards the house of the publisher of Noah Publishing Company, a renowned name in the field of publishing. A young person is seen getting down from the motorbike.

Doorbell rang!

After sometime an old man in his late eighties, wearing blue coloured jeans, white shirt and white cap is seen hobbling along the nearby street.

"Hello!" said the old man, as he came nearer to the house.

"Hello!" "Are you Mr.Noah?" asked the person.

"Yes" the old man replied.

"I am Jeff" uttered the young man.

As the old man started to scratch his head, this young person said

"You don't know me, Sir."

"Come in" old man said, while going inside.

"No Sir, I have to leave. i have something for you" Jeff said.

He handed a bag to the publisher with a number written on it. It seems as if the number is a telephone number. Publisher is gazing at the bag with his curious eyes as to know, what is inside the bag.

"Good bye, Sir" Jeff said while revolving the accelerator of the bike.

Publisher is still looking at Jeff's motorbike vanishing slowly from his sight. While opening the bag, he went inside his home, sat on the sofa set. He took out a scruffy diary from the bag and kept the bag next to his right leg. Carefully opened the diary. On the very first page, he came across a heading and a name:

"BIRDS IN FIRE"

"WRITTEN BY: NOAH"

His eyes started to sprinkle water. It seems as if, he is in a numb state. He is carried away by thoughts: may be he is in his past. After sometime, he realized that, he was reading the diary. He slowly flipped the first page, a story began to unwrap itself.

II

He was travelling into the forests of Great Himalayas. The cool climate of the Himalayas was providing the continuity while travelling which, he needed the most. It seemed as if , the Himalayas doesn't have an end. The farthest sight of his eyes could see, was huge mountains. As he was moving further, crossing the mountains, one after another. They were becoming more calm but gigantic.

"Who am I?" Noah shouted

The voice echoed, touching each and every pinnacle of the mountains and came back towards him, the same way it went away from him. He kept his bag on a huge circular stone, which was placed between two smaller stones. He moved slightly away from the stone and sat on a cliff, gazing at the vegetation. After sometime, he rested his head on a flat stone and started writing his diary. While keeping diary on the ground, he heard a sudden noise and realized that he fell asleep while writing his diary. He instantly went to the place from where the noise had erupted. Found his bag and the stone absent from their positions. He noticed that, the stone came from a height and was stationary for a temporary period of time. He kept looking downwards for some minutes. With an unstable mind, he started his journey again. While travelling on a narrow path, he had forgotten about what happened in the past and started concentrating on the path, which was becoming more narrow with every turn. Dusk showed its face, he knew that it was going to be dark soon. He moved fast so that his time to find shelter and sun's time to set, could match with each other. Looked upwards, saw stars shinning blur, because the sun had not vanished completely.