Feline Musings

Night was bored, lighting up the same landscape. She was getting fidgety and wanted to move on to another recess of the Earth. A warm tingling sensation was creeping in as the Sun slowly moved closer into the precinct where Night reveled. She decided it was time to traverse into another horizon far from the burning gaze of the Sun.

She got up in a rush, and some starry blue sequins fell from her ornamented black dress. This was part of a daily ritual and it did not perturb her. She would have enough time to change into another black or navy blue dress, while Twilight, adorned in a deep reddish gown, awaited her arrival at the gateway of another realm.

Night shook her head despondently and her Crescent Moon hairpin fell into the lap of sleeping Dawn. “How I wish I had a wardrobe as colorful as that of the twin sisters, Dawn and Twilight.” She winced, but then she remembered her wardrobe was exclusive, and the twins shared a wardrobe and could experiment with more colors than she could.

Awakened by the rustling of Night’s sequined dress, and the sudden fall of the Crescent Moon in her lap, Dawn yawned and slowly stretched. Drowsily, she emerged in a dark blue sarong, and a pretty pink chemise. The Sun was galloping closer, lighting up her auburn tresses. Dawn felt beads of pearly perspiration on her forehead as the Sun gently caressed her. She sighed and tied her hair back with Crescent Moon hairpin, and absent-mindedly wiped her forehead as the warmth engulfed her. The little droplets fell on the grass at the hem of her sarong and were embraced by the Earth, as Dew Drops.

A tiny Dew Drop slid down the sarong and fell on the outer petal of a fresh new Red Rose. Resting on the soft petal, the Dew Drop giggled. She imagined herself looking beautiful as the red colors glittered through her transparent skin. Touched by Red, the Dew Drop felt a twitch in her heart and briefly winced, “Maybe it was the day when Love would be ignited by the fiery colors of passion”. The Dew Drop fell into a reverie with light Morning Breeze fluttering around her.

Spring was breaking in the little garden where the Dew Drop had found its new haven. Innocent chatter was heard near the Red Rose bed. Two small children had come out to play in the garden. They laughed and ran about, and fiddled with the new bubble wands that their father had fashioned out of drinking straws. They stood on the grass near the Rose bed and mixed soap and water to make bubble solution. The Dew Drop looked on with interest as the children played.

The children dipped their bubble wands into the fresh soap solution and slowly brought the wands closer to their lips, gently blowing air into the loops. They breathed life into many Bubbles of different sizes that instantly escaped from the little wand loops. The Dew Drop gasped in surprise as many iridescent Bubbles filled the air above the Rose bed. The children got up excitedly and ran behind the Bubbles that had taken flight.

A big Bubble escaped the ruckus that the children created and hovered over the Red Rose bed, taken aback by the riot of Red on the ground below. A reflection of Red caught his eye and he was as struck by the gentle passion of the color, as Dew Drop had been previously effected. Oblivious to the fate of his other Bubble Brothers, the Bubble continued to float over the Rose bed, prodded by Unseen Forces.

The Dew Drop fluttered her eyelids when her gaze caught the beautiful Rainbow hues shining from the surface of the Bubble. She had never seen anything so handsome before and she quivered with a faint sense of delight. The movement caught Bubble’s eye, and he looked down at the little Dew Drop, and was transfixed, for a moment.

“How can a Bubble survive on the hard surface of a Rose petal?” he thought. Bubbles are meant to float and touching another surface spelled instant doom for them.

The Dew Drop consciously cleared her throat, accentuating her frail quiver, under the gaze of the Bubble. The Bubble realized he was gaping at the Dew Drop, and moved slightly away from the Rose bed.

The Dew Drop was disappointed, “Why is he floating away! Does he not like me?”

And then, as if hearing her thoughts, the Bubble holding stead against the Morning Breeze floated closer to the place where the Dew Drop rested.

He cleared his throat and spelled his doubt, “What kind of a Bubble are you, which does not float but embraces a Rose petal?”

A tinkering laughter escaped the Dew Drop, “I am not a Bubble, but a Dew Drop”.

“A Dew Drop?” the Bubble quizzed.

“I was conceived on the fair forehead of Dawn, when the frisky Sun, touched her tresses, in warm fervor. I was born, when Dawn set me free to descend on this Rose petal.” Dew Drop proudly declared her Celestial origin, with the airs apt for a young lady, and a flushon her face.

“Ah, I see, so you are not a Bubble. I was born of Innocence and of the Liveliness of the Children of the Earth.” Bubble traced his birth from Earthly Virtue. “And now I float in the Morning Breeze without restraint.”

The Dew Drop looked away, and then whispered in sad tones, “Though I am a Child of the Heavens above, I cannot float and revel in the Morning Breeze like you”.

“Don’t be distressed! You have soft petals to rest your delicate self on. It is not easy for a floating Bubble to maintain its stead against the Breeze.” The Bubble voiced his predicament.

The Dew Drop was impressed by the brave stance of the Bubble. She looked at him admiringly. Bubble caught the glint in her eye and saw the tint on her countenance, “She is so beautiful, and she reflects the virtue of my mother, Innocence!”

His incessant gaze filled the Dew Drop with ecstasy. The Bubble continued to look on inquisitively and then with a mischievous grin when a sudden tug pulled at his heart that threatened to shake his entire existence. The Dew Drop caught asked coyly, “Why do you gaze at me so intently?”

“You have beautiful hints of Dawn and a heart fiery like the Sun. I revel in the warmth that you exude!” The Bubble complimented the little Dew Drop.

A glowing Dew Drop laughed light heartedly, “Stay away, least my warmth pull you down to the grass below.”

The Bubble smirked and took a somersault in the light Breeze, reflecting Rainbow shades from his bosom. “So many colors, so many vistas, a little Rainbow enclosed in a small world!” The Dew Drop murmured mesmerized by the multihued effect.

“But none to compare the ruddy colors of Love that you exude.” The Bubble spoke affectionately.

“And what do you know of Love, my free-spirited Bubble! Love sets its eyes on an object of affection and intoxicated with the wine of desire, lodges itself deep into the taverns of the heart, never to be liberated.” The Dew Drop admonished him.

“That’s where you are wrong, my beautiful Dew Drop. Love is never vanquished, it is never fettered, and it is never meant to be locked. Love rises high in intoxicated free will and lets the Spirit soar and fly beyond the recesses of the Universe.” The Bubble shared a different vision of the resident of the Land of Eros.

“I always felt Love deep down in my heart, from where it sang to me of togetherness and of longing. I cherished it and I let it snuggle deep within me, its ruddy glow lighting me from within.” The Dew Drop answered in low tones.

“Set it free, my Dew Drop. Set Love free, before it burns you down in a fire as resplendent as your countenance. Set it free to traverse across the Rainbow dressed in hues never seen before.” The buoyant Bubble flipped and somersaulted.

“Oh, how I would like to traverse across the Rainbow!” The Dew Drop exclaimed in delight at the thought.

“Come hither and float with me, across the skies, to the Rainbow.” The Bubble floated close to her and spoke endearingly.”

“I cannot leave my abode on the Red Rose. I am weighed down by the Love in my heart. I cannot rise up to touch the skies.” She sadly responded to the Bubble’s suggestion.

“I wish I could touch your heart and unleash the Love that lays hidden. Alas! I cannot come down as I am guided by the Morning Breeze and destined to remain afloat, till I reach my final abode across the Rainbow.”

“Come down! Come close to me, just once, my brave Bubble. Help me set free the Love, I have fettered for so long.” The Dew Drop requested, almost bursting with Love.

“Not once, not ever! I cannot touch you my Rose-tinted Dew Drop. I cannot let the embers of the Love within you, burn me. I must bid you adieu, my Dew Drop, and navigate the course chartered by the Morning Breeze.

“Stay here. Stay for me!” Her words were drowned by the sound of the Morning Breeze whispering a new direction to the Bubble, nudging him towards a new path.

The Bubble tried to follow the new breezy course but felt weighed down by Sorrow. The burden made it hover downwards. Even against its will, beckoned only by Love, the Bubble came closer and closer to the Dew Drop and touched it just for an instance. In that transient moment, Love was set free, and a Raindrop was conceived where once the Bubble had united with the Drew Drop.

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