The poor creature was confused. She could see the bright lights coming into the room. But then why wasn’t she able to fly across the window and embrace the mother nature outside? How did she end up in this concrete cocoon while hunting for nector? Little did she know, it was a man-made thing called the glass creating an illusion of a passage back home.
She tried again. And then again. Dejected, she lay on the floor. As I attempted to pick her up using a paper, she flew away. Scared perhaps. Why would a human being help, after ruining it in the first place. After finally convincing her of my intension to help, she hopped on the paper. As I kept her on the ground outside, she was still cautious. Expecting another invisible barrier. And as she gently flew into the wilderness, I pondered how we can reimagine this world? A world with harmony, balance and we, bee-ing human!
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