A Dragonfly That Committed Suicide Comments

In front of the lit oil lamp while chanting Gayatri, I heard the sound of fluttering wings of a dragonfly upon the flames. My eyes opened to see that poor being with its wings burnt and body immersed in the oil. There was silence and the tiny idols in front of me were shining while I was still enjoying a temporary detachment brought by few minutes of meditation. I heard the noise for few more moments and then it stopped to take me back to silence.

I thought of its possible past - birth from a tiny egg; the amusement to see the beautiful world around it; the joy of flying amidst the plants in the wild gardens; the moments of togetherness with loved ones and at the end the pain of understanding its wings getting tired even in the slowest breeze! Perhaps he entered my tiny room seeking refuge from the drizzle outside, attracted by the light and fragrance from my serene home. Alas! Here he ends!
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