Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Red in colour, distinctive patches of black

Red in colour, distinctive patches of black, capable of flying yet crawls. I can't recall the last time I saw one of the finest creations (according to me at least). Although I do remember being absolutely heartless and catching them in my hand just to marvel at the detailing.

My fascination with polka dots made me a little biased towards ladybirds but there was just something about them that made me a committed collector.
Innumerable Lunch breaks in my former convent school were spent hoping/waiting under a particular tree for them to fall. So naïve; they would think our palms to be continuations of the leaves they were used to casually treading. One thing I can't draw out of my mind is the silence with which they walked; nil sensation on the skin, the moment your attention span breaks, they escape.

We have so much to learn from these tiniest pieces of nature. Shouldn't we be the same way in the lives of others? Not burden them with our presence, be there when they need us and walk off without significant complaining if they don't need us anymore.

As I said, its been ages I saw a ladybird. If you know what I mean.

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