Wings are wings, be it on butterfly or dragon fly!

Bumper to bumper choked on a Monday morning traffic, surrounded by the concrete jungle. I ease down, a butterfly caught my attention, in the hot humid polluted place , in the cracky corner of a pavement , amids the cracks stood two little wild plants with tiny flowers, which had got the attention of the butterfly.

This winged creature brought a limitless joy in me, for all of us ,long to have the wings . Wings that could free us, liberate us, make us reach for our dreams and wings that will let us explore the world. So much talk about caterpillar being in a cocoon and becoming a becoming a butterfly . I see this comparison in many places, especially associated with women. And I have been through the phase myself .

Getting the wings is the beginning of the story , not the end of it. Don’t be carried away by the thought of just having wings. The story begins there. Cocoon was still a comfortable place , with all the uncomfortable feelings. But being a butterfly is a different story and I repeat the story begins there.

For… entering the cocoon again even if you want to is never possible. Out in the world, independent you fly.. taking care of your self, becomes your responsibility and no one will be able to fly together, even if they want to. Finding the little flowers on the wild plants amids the cracky pavement of the concrete jungle in a hot humid polluted day with bumper to bumper traffic on a Monday morning is entirely on you and that’s the responsibility that comes with wings, be it a butterfly or a dragonfly.

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