A loner Bee

It begins like so many other stories, it’s like narrating a long dream that doesn’t have endings. There is a time where we have to depart yet we have no certain place to go. I too have a story that put me in the tight corner to accept my fate under no choice. Humbly I did submit before every condition to set on a long and arduous voyage in search of a whole inner self when the early breeze awoke me from a deep slumber. Soft languid clouds were gently drifting over the eastern valley to welcome early rays. Peacefully heeding to cheering sound of the river beneath while hanging at the midriff of a deep dark and treacherous cliff are all beautiful memories which still got entrenched within my mind.

Soaring high in the space I departed my gracious birthplace for good and I recollect the final glance I had towards my sagging big hive on the tall cliff. Immersing in this glorious memories keep clouding my eyes with tears profusely. With the heavy heart and frail health, I came crossing miles of distance to embrace the journey following an unknown place, ascending high and descending low, bypassing the different weathers and vegetation every now and then. During my journey the only option was to take advantage of possible daylight (if luck favors) that I had in my hand which forged me to travel sunup till sundown and too shelter during night under secure places. Sadly I lacked the night vision which everyone aspects insects like me should have it to travel further even at night.

There were sinking and floating spells of time throughout my expedition where I had an opportunity to enjoy the fruits and cereals freely beyond any one's control. There was a time I had to be wary and hid below the branches and leaves of plants for so long to escape from predators. My life was always at stake. It’s like carrying my soul in my palm so delicate that any little carefree should happen then no more chance to see the following empty sky one more time. However, the greatest advantage is of being very tiny, which enables me to be very feasible to get pass through the tinniest space available and savor the sweets of anything. Fortunately, being hardly noticeable saved me from those hungry raiders many a times.  

The journey didn’t come to end soon. Even I crossed the deadliest desert that nearly killed me from thirst. At night it was so cold that brought frost to cover everything. I survived long and harsh winter in a barren land everywhere which often succumbed me to nostalgic season of fresh fruits and flowers provided by my parents. The tendency is like as being in this world and having the dualistic mind I too have to go through several emotions. But no matter how much the anger upsurges beyond and above, I had to subside because anger would cost my life if I happen to sting unknowingly or knowingly. Because few will understand how it drags all the organs along with it. It will be my suicidal mission if not considered to cool down my temperament. I know how important life is and I won’t intentionally undergo such phase.

I am aspired to travel length and breadth of this land and yearning so much for the freshness kept me alive for so long. My goal was always to be the guest of honor in the any place during spring season where every places gets carpeted by the beautiful flowers blossoming everywhere. That would be our mega feast and festival for every tiny insect whose life is being defined by such sweets as nectar of the flowers. However, even being blessed by such wonderful periods I always longed for sth required to be fulfilled. So it always remained mystery in every sense for leaving hollow in my heart. I was frequently haunted by a feeling of not being complete enough and the other half residing somewhere else. Something was missing from the whole plot. There was such a craving surging within me in search of the other half of me.

Not so long ago when I hovered crossing the tall prayer flags and lungdhars fluttering over high hills everything kept pouring me all over. It was such a welcome in the region of spring fully blessed by blossoms everywhere. The droplet of nectar and the aroma completed the urge of my journey and connected the two ends of the circle of my quest. I was literally twirling, singing and kissing all those flowers so excitedly and forgot of who lied happily above prying over. 

If you see spring coming forth please be cautious and keep your ears wide open. You may hear the bees humming. It’s not a sound but a long-awaited love story exchanging between flowers and bees. Together they become one fully matured and complete beautiful spring season.