I am a butterfly...a social one at that..and being still isn't my nature...Constant move..an undying quest..I know not what I yearn for...but there's something I'm still looking for...
I move...from flower to flower....some are pretty...some are not..but have you ever seen a rabble of butterflies? I doubt...that's not their nature....each one is pretty..each one is uncertain and each one takes off alone...swiftly flying..gathering nectar from strange flowers...winning the praise of onlookers but never staying long enough for anyone to come grab them...
She'd much rather find her reality in the strangeness of the random flowers than in the clutches of those hands that once praised her for her beauty and swiftness and then trapped her independence in the next moment...I'm sure she has a story about each of those strange flowers..maybe more interesting ones than the mundane 'that big human looking beast tried to grab me again' story..
This one's a collection of my such encounters...with people I have met just once and shall never meet again..and yes...they are more interesting than the mundane 'that guy asked me out';'I've put on weight';'what are you wearing for new years' stories...coz I'm more real than this..
As a prelude to what you shall read....let me assure you...that emotions - as I've known and learnt are strange...we live in a world where you'll find friends in strangers...love in the darkest and unbelievable places and hatred from quarters you least expected... Life sure is a heady cocktail...but you wouldn't want it any other way...now would you.. ?? ;)