The Pearls of Catharsis Times Issue 04, July 2017 | Page 31

this was the closest they could get to her. And honestly, who could have even
guessed that she was once tightly wrapped in a silken covering and even
before that was locked to the ground?
Just when I would attempt to give her a description better than that of 'The
Mill on the Floss,' she would come and perch herself gently on one of my
petals. As a reflex, my petals would stretch out further and form a curve in a
manner that would allow her to fit snugly. Not to sound vain, but when she
landed on me, it felt like she was adding to my beauty. The motifs on her front
fell perfectly in sync with my artistic structure. Together we made a lovely
pair of one charming being atop the other.
She was certainly one pleasant soul, and the nectar she collected appeared
bland in front of her as it was I who would end up relishing on her sweet
aftertaste once she made her departure.
It was only a matter of minutes before my busy afternoons were put to a halt
by one busy creature herself. Her stinger was always upright like some high-
headed noble and probably too sharp for others to notice her mellow and
grounded side. One could say that she was the epitome of 'Pride' but at the
same time subject to 'Prejudice.' She was, of course, impulsive and blatant in
her conduct and in many cases, these traits overpowered her. For instance, if
a passer-by would trace my ends out of affection, she would be quick to
charge at him or her. In her defence, she was just being on the lookout for
me. In fact, she was that one spirit who in spite of being reckless could induce
the right notions in my mind. Furthermore, her sipping on my nectar left me
with a tingling sensation- something moderate yet extreme; something more
balanced. Nothing could have been more proper and well in place than this.
Could I have been any luckier?
One let me experience unfamiliar senses, the other made me more sensible.
One followed the laws of nature, the other justified it as well.
One was magical, the other mystical.
But as soon as I would summarise a comparison between the two, dusk would
make it dawn on me- that they were possibly an ideal match, and I was
unknowingly providing them with a potion that would let their saga blossom .
-Vani Devraj