Can we fly?

Picture credit: hindu.com

 "To be born again, first you have to die.

To land upon the bosomy earth, first one needs to fly.

How to ever smile again, if first you won't cry?

How to win the darling's love without a sigh?"

                                         - Salman Rushdie

         The angel stared at the black sky. Sleep was out of sight because a dream had planted new ideas and these ideas never let anyone sleep in peace.

The devil walked in. It sat beside the angel admiring the darkness.

The angel kicked off the conversation. "Do you think we can fly by ourselves?"

"What non sense? We are not born to fly."

"How do you know?"

"Come on, we both know that."

"I doubt. We never know until we have tried." 

The devil jumped into the air and fell back. "See, we can't fly. I tried just now." 

"Not like this, I mean we have to give time to ourselves while in air to discover if we can really fly. Maybe like jump off the cliff and you will have ample amount of time to know for yourself."

"Oh, so when are you breaking your back?"

"No, I don't think I am ready yet."
"Spare me of your foolish ideas and let me sleep now."

          Deep into the night, when the devil woke up, the angel was fast asleep.

But the devil had had a dream and now sleep eluded him. He took a walk. As he walked towards the edge of the cliff, he was overpowered by the idea and took a leap of faith.