The unbearable heaviness of losing your pet (1/n)
They bought him one hot afternoon. July 2010 He wasn't supposed to be bought. Thrice already our previous parrots had died. Sometimes by overeating. Sometimes by fighting with one another ( we bought two once, kept them in the same cage). My parents tell me that they had taken the car ahead of the street side vendor, who had caged plenty of parrots in ridiculously small cages. Apart from one. He was small, sitting on the shoulder of the vendor. So small that he looked a part of his abnormal shoulders. It was my mom, who asked to turn back the car and have a look at this one. The caged parrots were adults. Red colors around their neck, beaks perfectly formed and a long feather-ful tail. The free bird was small, round, with a deformed tail and almost no eyes. My parents asked what was the price of that one. 150 Rs for that one and 100 rs for the caged ones except the cage. You might think that I was a stupid deal, but in all reality, it was a perfect deal. The parrot sitting ...