If only he knew.....

It had just struck five .Just like no two women in India agreed, so did no two clocks. His biological clock had always been right. He was missing his old place, where the grass was green, where he could see the cloud effortlessly merging into the green at a distance. The new city life or whatever the people who had brought him here called it was not for him. He had been feeling suffocated since he had stepped in.
This too shall pass, he thought. If only he knew.
This would pass too soon for him to even remember, like a dream. It would dissolve in a split of a second even before someone could say Mississippi.
If only he knew.

The sunlight wouldn't reach him for another hour, he reminded himself. He missed the beautiful countryside he grew up in and morosely looked at the quiet surrounding him. In his village it had been differentia girl in tattered clothes would have started tethering them together all the while singing a quite melancholy. The tune resounded in his head. He wanted to be back with his friends .One might argue as to what was so great about being bunched up together. What would these doubting and questioning kinds know anyways was his answer. He wanted to be free, that's what he was sent to this world for. Or that's what he had been thinking all this while.

As suddenly as his head filled with past images of the girl, the grass, the river by the cottage where he and his friends would bleat together till it was time to go back to the shed, he felt a shadow on him. Then, it happened even before he could shout .He seethed in pain. Even before he could react, it was a blood-bath. He tried talking but only a stammer escaped his mouth. With no choice he surrendered meekly and finally succumbed.

Whilst the man had done his job. He rubbed his bloody hand to his kurta and picked up the carcass. He smiled a toothless grin. This would make the best mutton biryani at home, he thought.