It was a cool Sunday morning. To get rid of boredom of her flat life, Arpita decided to go out for walking. While walking she was enjoying the greenery around. Suddenly she noticed a small bird lying on the roadside. It was a small one, might be a baby she thought . She examined the bird. It had got a small injury on it’s leg. She decided to bring it home. Both her daughters seemed to be very happy with the newcomer. New arrangements were made for the little guest in the flat. Discussions were made on what food should be given to the new one. Finally some water and grains was the joint decision. Food was given, but the little one seemed to be afraid and did not respond. Arpita found some cotton and cleaned the wound on the birds leg. She applied some antiseptic cream also. As days went by Mittu became a part of the family. Mittu was the name given by her children for the new guest. The wound was healed. The bird had started pecking at the grains. The children had become very close with the bird. After coming from school the girls would run to Mittu. Even her husband started liking Mittu. Everything was going on smoothly,still Arpita was not feeling happy. Some guilty conscience was pricking her mind. Who was she to cut Mittu’s freedom when the vast sky was waiting for her.She did’nt want to cage the bird. She wanted to set her free,let her go with her own friends.On another Sunday morning Arpita let her guest fly away. Although there was tears in her little one’s eyes ,there was a smile of satisfaction on her lips.