The Pendulum.

  While at the Moazamjahi market today, three varied sights caught my eye. At the two extremes were the birds-free in their flight, alighting on the land and flying as they wished and just inside the arch, the vendor's cat, tied to a pole by its master; with eyes shifting focus from me, beckoning to me to unleash it; to the flying pigeons, with deep longing to exchange lives with them.
 
  Amidst them I stood as the human being-Chained by limitations, but liberated by my freedom of choice to go beyond them.