In this rainy season we all take shelter under our umbrellas and raincoats, but my friends the birds have none to turn in for. They scuttle the moment rain comes and away they fly to the nearest shelter available. It is very hard to keep on flying with their wings soaked, so they generally sit under a still or a window shed, keep pruning their feathers or they keep on shaking it, so that the water falls off and they can fly to their favourite destination the sky-the limitless though limited; but not for them. We all should be like birds. Free from everything with the ability to reach the highest of the high peak in one’s life.