I always like the sparrow. Fierce and brave. When I was a young girl, I used to admire them for hours. When asked, what I was doing, I used to lie like I lied about me admiring the moon. I already didn't fit in their box, Scared, I couldn't risk more. Nowadays, when a sparrow sits on my window for hours, Like she is admiring the setting sun. She gives me a chance to admire her, And this time when someone asks, I tell the truth. Maybe over the years, She rubbed her fierce and brave attitude on me. -Shamitha Heramb