I buried a crow yesterday, and it made me feel something I hadn’t felt in a long time
Yesterday morning, like most days, I went for a walk around a pond near my home. It has become a small routine for me. I wake up, go there, walk around the pond breathe some fresh air, and start the day with a calmer mind. after the walk I usually sit under a tree on a small slope and just look at the water for a while sometimes
So yesterday, while sitting there, I noticed a crow lying a few meters away. At first, I just looked at it quietly. It seemed like it had died only a few hours ago, maybe early morning or during the night. It had not started decaying or anything It looked very fresh.
and I don’t know how to properly explain it, but i just felt quiet pain Just a few hours ago, this crow must have been alive.... And then suddenly, pooooof it was gone.. It made me think about how fragile life is. One moment something is alive and the next moment it is just lying there silently.
I felt that if I had not seen it.. that would be different. But since I had seen it, maybe I had some responsibility. I felt like it deserved a proper burial, not just to be left there.
so I went back home and asked my mother if I could take some tools and bury it. She told me not to touch it because it could cause infection or some health issue. She was probably right.
So I called the local municipality and told them about it. The person said a garbage truck would come and take it away. but honestly, that didn’t feel right to me.
I know it was just a crow for many people. But still, the idea of putting a dead being into a garbage truck felt wrong. I started thinking, when we die would we want someone to just throw us away like waste....No. We expect some dignity. Some final respect.
So I decided that if they came and handled it properly, fine. But if they didn’t come, I would do it myself safely.
so at around noon, when the summer heat was really strong (me wbeing idiot to take that long). I normally avoid going outside at that time, but I went back with a mask and tools. I dug a hole, picked up the crow carefully without touching it with my hands, and buried it.
While doing it, I suddenly remembered burying my dog, Jeffrey few years ago I also remembered how my father had told me to put stones over the soil after burial so that dogs or wild animals don’t dig it up later.
So I did the same for the crow....After covering the grave, I stepped back for a moment and quietly said goodbye.
And when I came back home, I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time......fulfilment.... a deep, quiet feeling that I had done something right ...maybe this kind fulfillment sadhguru talks about.
ummm ik it was a small thing...Maybe most people would not think much about it. But for me, it felt meaningful.