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A Thirsty Crow (Spicy Version)

Author’s Opening Commentary

This writing which you are currently reading is the writing of a person who is a genius. After 50 years, the world will ask, where are Afnaan’s writings, and they will get a reply: his writings are written in golden words. Even to read them, you will have to pay a lot. I’m telling you, the buying power of those writings will be far, far from you. Ok, no more waste of time, keep reading.

A Thirsty Crow

Once there was a crow. Yes, only one, not more than one. I don’t know which forest only had one crow, but people say there was only one, so, not my fault. Anyways, he was thirsty, and not only thirsty, very thirsty. Now, here is a question: why thirsty, why not hungry? Thirst and hunger both come together, but he was only thirsty. Anyways, they say he flew here and there in search of water. Yes, again water, not food. Now keep in mind, he is not hungry at the moment. Anyways, he flew, for ages, for decades, for hundreds of years (by the way, he is still flying), but he didn’t find water.

Now, here is a point. I’m writing “he he he” since the start, but that’s another piece of information given by people, not from my side. Who knows if that crow is a female, not a male? But I still feel—my personal feeling is—that it’s a male, because males are the ones who always struggle, especially this type. Now feminist people will kill me. Ok, they don’t know who I am. There are hundreds of Afnaans. Who knows if it’s Afnaan Nasir or just Afnaan? Anyways, whatever.

Ok, back to the story. He flew here and there in search of water, but he found no water anywhere.

It was luck or what, I don’t know, but he found, at last, a pitcher of water. But the water was very low in that pitcher. The thing is, who put that pitcher out there, where there was nobody to say to him, “Hush! Hush!” Anyways, the water was low. Now he sat, sadly, and started to wait for tabdeeli. He waited, waited, and waited. When he was close to dying, he thought, there will be no tabdeeli that will come. If I’m useless, no tabdeeli can reach me. Even if there is one, I will have to do something—to survive, to live.

He stood, went near the pitcher, and looked below. There was some water, but very deep. First, he tried to drink from it but failed, and it’s a long walk back when you fail. Anyways, I don’t know why he didn’t jump inside that well to wash himself and quench his thirst too. After all, he can fly. That is a well, not a river in which he will drown. But anyways, what do I know? He just tried to drink from it but failed.

Then he again sat, but suddenly, he sat on a little stone—pebble, they say so. He saw below; there were a lot of them, a lot of. He started thinking. An idea clicked in his mind. Then he stood up and said, “Saari duniya tay lanat!” and started to throw those stones in that well.

Now, here is a difference in thinking. People think he was throwing those stones to raise the water up, but what I think is, he was so disappointed from life, he was throwing stones in disappointment, like we throw them in the river and kill/hurt poor fishes. Anyways, whatever he was doing, it worked. The water rose up, he drank the water, and flew away—in others’ story.

Comment from the Author

Why didn’t that crow become hungry during all of the struggle? Why was the crow the only crow in the whole scene? As far as I know, in my 25 years of life, crows always live in groups. Ok, for a minute, let’s assume that he was alone here. But he didn’t have enough energy to go back to the group? He had energy to throw those stones inside that well, but not enough energy to fly back to his group to get some water?

I was about to write food, but I remember that crow runs on batteries. Only his batteries require water, not food. Because yaad rakh kaaka, battery sirf Osaka, chalay lambay arsay tak. Anyways, that’s it from my side.

Moral: We are fools who only cram these stories. We should have questions. Another moral: Necessity is the mother of invention, they say. But my question is, who is the father of invention?

Finally, goodbye.