SYMBIOSIS...

A bright, colorful butterfly entered a garden with flowers aplenty.

Beautiful-vibrant flowers, full of fragrance; artistically carved florals, the deceit-ing ones - ones which would engulf the sweetie.
All varieties were there...attracting and tempting the butterfly.

Amongst the flowers was this one: Bright Red flower, a lone one on the whole plant, glowing in glory. But, sans any fragrance.

For reasons unknown, the butterfly chose this flower. She sat, and played with its petals. Kindled it. The flower laughed, and danced, and jived in gaiety.

Never before had it been showered upon with so much caressing and love. Its stem and roots had given it water, but no minerals. This flower had to face the sunlight and derive its learning and nutrition from the world around. Learned and bright, it had become, but this nutrition (Read as: love and care) had never struck it. It had never loved anyone more than itself, and had never been loved.

This small gesture of care, breathed life in it.




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The butterfly searched for nectar, but it had none. She thought of flying to another flower, But, she thought, it would be so depressing to the flower and hence, decided to stay & live with this 'happy n gay n smiling' flower.

'The life of this flower is devoid of care & love, I'll fill so much nectar in it, that it would never be hungry for more.' The sweetie thought.

She started regurgitating the nectar she had stored in herself. The flower loved it.

She put in more nectar each minute, each hour.

The flower no longer smiled. It thought, it was a duty of the fly to do this. It started taking her for granted. It stopped getting happy.

The sweetie thought her nectar wasn't enough for the flower. She went back home & filled herself with nectar.

She reached back to the garden. The flower stroke the fly with its petal, as if asking rudely, "Where did you go?"
The fly perceived the flower to be saying, "I missed you. Don't go anywhere. I hate being alone."

She nursed the flower with immense affection. She was hungry. It had been hours that she had consumed anything. And the driving force, of seeing the flower react in a happy fashion, no more existed.

She was falling frailer.

The flower did not let out any nectar for the butterfly. Nor did he say that you can take some nectar from me. It did not care for her. It had never been taught to do so.
This trait of 'giving' was inherently absent.

The fly was losing hope, it was getting more weaker, and slower...

The flower grunted.

The fly perceived, 'Yeah, I know you are tired of me, and you hate me, na? So, you may go away.'

The selfless love of the fly made her stick, and she waited in anticipation for a sign of care. Just one sign of love. A sign that she was wanted.




Emaciation, malaise struck her.
The flower shrugged off the sweetie...And there she lay...on the ground....HURT.

No tears were shed. She could barely breathe. But, her heart was pounding, and all she could say was,

" I...I ..f..failed. My care and l...lo...ove could not change the soul in him.
M...My love lost today. "

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Tele says: Symbiosis is hard to find in this parasitic world.