The Whistling Memories ❤️
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| Family of lesser whistling ducks |
I turned my head slowly as the car took off, looking at the home in which I had spent my entire life. The thought of coming to the hostel never haunted me because I never imagined that my own house would become a vacation destination.
As I lay on the bed of Manipal Lake observing this happy family of lesser Whistling ducks through the viewfinder of my camera, my mind swam into the countless memories of me and my beloved family.
I started to realise how much of an impact moving out of my home had on me.
I started to dream that these ducks were incarnations of my family.
Our mother showing us the path from the front, me and my sister in between and our father supporting and guiding us from the back.
I could hear the laughs, the grunts and the conversations we would have had if we were actually those ducks but it was all just in my mind.
The cold from the moist ground, the hard pebbles, the sharp thorns, and the itchy insects made it a nightmare for my skin but down there, I was lost in a dreamy world with my family.
As they swam into the distance happily, I got up along with a smile and teardrop finding its way to the earth.
I guess the same drop found its way back to my eyes as I write this.
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| Dedicated to my Family❤️ |


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