A female monkey was caught from a forest by Shakil. He named her Najma. He already had another monkey, who was called Rahim. Najma got a companion so she was very happy. She did not even remember her days spent in the forest. Shakil used to take them out every day. Sometimes it was a residential colony, sometimes a crowded market place and some other time near some school. Najma loved this routine. One day Najma knew that she was pregnant. Shakil brought another monkey. She was ignored by Shakil and Rahim. Najma was always sad. She gave birth to two monkeys, a male and a female. Shakil quietly took the male monkey and sold it. Najma was very sad.There was no one to console her or share her grief. She always remembered her days in the forest and cried.One day Najma carried her baby and ran away. Across the road there was a factory with a huge open space and several trees. Sometime she got leftovers to eat by the men, working in the factory. There were days when she got nothing. One day she got a corn. She was very happy and lovingly fed her baby. She was worried how long she could manage to live such life of uncertainty. As luck would have it, next day a truck was leaving the factory.She, along with her baby jumped on its top.The truck seemed to be going a long distance. After travelling for one full day, it passed through a forest.In a jiffy Najma jumped, along with her baby, and caught a branch of a huge tree. She was now a free soul, living in freedom.
FREEDOM is better than caged comfort.
Written for B A R for the picture prompt given by Sid Balachandran's Wordy Wednesday.