Despair
Its easy how one can lose hope just like that; in a mere second.
Trying and trying to build it up and when it reaches the top, it topples.. A moment, when all hope is lost, all that is left is despair.
Tiny birds return every season. This time two pairs did. One building their nest in their regular spot. The new one, on a window sill. They hand all the skill, but how could they build one without space. With hope, they gathered a heap of grass to make a nest.
They tried and tried. It did not stay. They left their "nest" and went away; did not return for a day or two.
The next day when they returned, on a rainy afternoon, expecting warmth, all they found was a wooden plank, cutting right angles at the corner. Their home was gone. Chirping in despair, though melodious it was, the intensity of sadness and despair was clear in their chirps. The tiny bird's home toppled.
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