Seven Life Short Stories by Mokhdum Mashrafi

It was a cold winter morning. The air was wrapped in a silver mist, and the sky glowed faintly with the pale light of dawn. On the highest branch of a banyan tree, a tiny bird had built her nest—a fragile home of straw, leaves, and love. Inside, four little chicks slept closely together, their eyes half-open, their bodies trembling with the chill. The mother bird spread her soft wings over them, whispering warmth and comfort.