Around two years before River and I went to a waterfall during our nomadic journey. We met this beautiful little bird who reflected us the freedom we yearned to embody in our heart. Soon the yearning turned into a song - a conversation with the bird.

The little bird is soaring
Far far away from its home
The little bird is soaring

Hey bird where are you off to ?

The little bird is soaring

Dusk had fallen
The Sun had set
The Sky turned golden
The little bird has begun to fly.

The little bird is soaring

I'm not looking for a place to build a nest.
I'm neither looking for a mate
This journey itself is my home
This road itself is my destination

The little bird is soaring

Vimal