Fate: Inevitable?

I tore off a piece of cloth and wrapped around it.
One evening I found a nestling of a pigeon. Nestling refers to a bird's new born baby whose hairs are not grown yet. So I picked it up using a paper and kept it near its nest so that its parents may re-accept it and keep it safely inside the nest; stood there waiting for its parents to accept but that never happened. So I brought the paper with with nestling in it, inside my home, showed it to my parents who advised me to feed it with milk using a dropper. And so I did. It opened its mouth slightly; occasionally, and I fed it with milk. 

Hours passed. My parents told me that the nestling would not survive much because its parents had abandoned it and abandoned nestlings do not survive for too long. I denied the fact. To keep it warm I tore off a piece of cloth and wrapped around it and again fed it with milk.

We named it "Bruno"; hoped that it would survive; prepared "bed" for it. We were so tired therefore we slept early that day, quite early. Bruno was still alive. Yes, Bruno was in the same room as us; the bedroom.
As soon as I woke up, the next morning, at 8:30 perhaps, I looked for Bruno. Bruno was not there. Bruno was not in the place, it was, the last night.

An immediate realization came to me that my parents might have kept it back to the nest, as they had told me, the last day "Birds too sleep at night. Better not disturb them at this time of day."

I came near the place where Bruno was staying, looked down, not denying the possibility that it might have fallen down. There it was. On the ground. Lying still. The thing that was still "alive" that morning was the dropper with milk inside, the dropper with which I had fed Bruno with milk.
The thing that was still "alive" that morning was the dropper with milk inside, the dropper with which I had fed Bruno with milk.

Can you outrun your fate or are some things destined to happen?


Not a work of fiction; A description of exactly what on evening of 12 March 2020.

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