A baby caterpillar was slowly crawling up, its belly clinging to the bark of a tree. It had no idea that it was eventually meant to turn into a butterfly.
On a branch of the tree, a bird and its mate had built a nest. In the nest lived their young ones who had not yet learnt to fly. Their mother spotted the caterpillar. She flew down and picked it up in its beak and sped up to the nest to feed the young ones, hoping they will turn strong and learn to fly soon.
The caterpillar never found out about flying.
One of the small birds in the tree fell on the ground during its flying lesson. It hopped around helplessly not knowing how to fly back home.
In a hole in the ground near the tree lived a hungry snake. It watched the little bird for a while, slithered close to it and then swallowed it up.
The young bird never found out about flying.
One doesn’t know what happened to the snake.
Probably it never found out about flying either.
Her heartbeat rose in excitement as she stood behind her closed front door full of expectation on that quiet summer afternoon, listening intently to the footsteps coming up the staircase, but they passed by her doorstep and went on climbing till finally they were out of her hearing range, making her sigh as on every other lonely day.
He bought the house in a prime locality of the city, not to live there, but because he wished to sell off the property for a decent profit.
He sold it, as he had planned to. The man who bought it, did not intend to live in it. Instead, like the previous owner, he sold off the property for a decent profit. The next person who purchased the house did not plan to live there either, and sold it off for a profit as the previous buyers did. And so on.
None of the owners ever lived in that house. Liverlessly though, the house went on living where it was built to live. Till it was too old to live any longer.