The Last Fight

    I have always found crows to be an embodiment of evil and I haven’t liked them since the day I saw them first. This hatred and in its purest form had partly to do with their attacks on a much younger me. Inspite of my hatred though, I had liked their strategy of a combined - coordinated attack on their enemies, most of which were simply assumed by them to be one. They had assumed the same for me too but this time they had got it right. I had bought a catapult from the local market solely with an aim to victimize them. My free time after school was busy shooting at them with stone, seeds and basically whatever was thrownable. There came a time when even the victory sign of my fingers used to scare them as it resembled a Catapult. My presence itself created such pandemonium in their circles that people use to come out of their houses to see what happened. I had been even attacked by their supposedly suicide squads with one of them giving my head a hard evil peck. All my years while we stayed there, I constantly posed a threat to them and vice versa. As time might have it, I had to go away for further studies and the crows there got the much needed breather. 
        Many years down the line and many many miles away from my battlefield, I experienced a new war and a whole new battle field. The Mango and leechi trees were replaced by many high rise buildings but one thing remained the same. The evil or the villain were still the crows. In an entirely new city and modern by all aspects, i saw three crows busy attacking a kite who did all the possible aerial maneuvers to dodge them but in vain. The crows had learnt their moves pretty well and I was amazed to see their polished skills in the sky. I saw the poor kite getting more of a dozen pecks and claws and i was expecting the kite to give up any moment. I saw a few more crows joining in the ensuing melee. The ratios were against him and his desperation showed in his moves. In a surprising turn of events, I suddenly saw the kite turn and attack back. I was taken aback. Had I had an MP3 then, I would have definitely put it on playing the Rocky theme at full volume. I didn’t have it but it didn’t by any means lessen my joy of watching this lone kite fight. He picked up one of them and being unresponsive to the others chased him through the high-rises at great speeds. The chase was on when they flew below some buildings and disappeared. I stood there hoping to catch their silhouettes against the golden backdrop of the setting sun. They never came.
As I started to walk back home, I kept looking out for any crows nearby just for the heck of it when i saw one perched atop a light post. Reflective of my past, I gestured the victory sign at him expecting to scare him away and get my own share of laugh. The crow looked at me for a moment……. and then simply turned his head away..