The Buddha Insect

insectIt was one of those hot afternoons that blazed with heat. Just finishing lunch, I was walking back to my workplace, on the phone. That’s when I saw him. Assured. Seemingly at peace in the scorching sun. He was still. I moved closer, angling my phone’s camera lens. He doesn’t flinch.

It’s almost like he is in a world of his own. Almost meditative. Still. This is not how insects are supposed to be. He turns away from my lens almost imperceptibly. It’s a kind rebuttal, telling me to go away.

And so I do. Glancing back, I see he is back. Contemplating.

 

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