Song of the day is Hang on Little Tomato by Pink Martini. It’s such a straightforward song and yet so profound. There couldn’t be a better song to listen to right now. It is 23 degrees outside and I’m at one of my favourite cafes drinking my favourite beverage- Matcha Chai Latte. I’ve had such a couple of disquieting months and today was particularly the most exacting day I’ve had in a long time. But every cloud has a silver lining- and mine is finally finding jaggery powder at this cafe (I’ve never been to any cafe that had the option of jaggery powder sachets before).
Firstly I don’t think I’d have made it out alone but I was inspired by a butterfly I came across during my morning walk today. I noticed that she had a broken wing so I rescued her immediately and brought her home (I don’t mean to misgender the butterfly but for now, I shall refer to the butterfly as “she”). She was kind of flying about unsteadily and trying to flutter her wings but in vain. I carefully placed her on one of my saplings high above on my desk, near my window so that she felt safe and was at a comfortable distance from my cat who kept staring at her with his lecherous eyes (he was probably thinking about how crunchy the butterfly would have felt in his mouth). Jokes apart, I was feeling pretty shitty especially in the afternoon and that’s when the butterfly started fluttering normally again. I felt helpless because I couldn’t actually make her fly but I did go up to her and encourage her to. To my amazement, within the next fifteen minutes or so she was flying normally again and there she went- out the window! I doubt my words of encouragement helped her in any way but I tried. As a human being, I communicated in the language I understood best and I can only hope it worked. Usually works for my pets, so one can only hope.
Lesson learnt was that if the butterfly with a broken wing whom I never expected to fly can fly amidst all her tempests, then so can I. Nature just inspires the human mind in myriad of ways, it’s pretty marvelous. So here I am drinking my matcha latter with jaggery powder, writing again after a whole year to be precise, and most importantly, hanging on to the vine as Pink Martini would have wanted me to. Moreover, if I start to cry, I can always look up at the sky hoping something comes up ahead to turn my tears to dew instead. Here’s to flying amidst all our tempests, finding non-refined sugar alternatives at more cafes, and hanging on for better things to come up ahead.
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