Designed inside his head was a small statue of oblivion. The birds came and sat on it. They chirped incessantly. Slowly, as the evenings melt their voices disappeared in the milieu of the gathering silence.
He had to undergo a brain surgery to remove the statue. And ever since he couldn’t forget the lovely birds that migrated to far-off lands in search of a brand new oblivion.
When Darkness Blinks 