Bumble's Love Story

There lived a Bumble bee who spent his days happily- drinking to his heart's content, singing and roaming all around the garden. He was innocent and seldom understood the strange ways of this world. His friends envied his handsome and attractive looks.

One day he came across a beautiful flower and fell for her. Daily he would pass through the same route to get a glimpse of her unfolding beauty. Whenever their looks locked he smiled shyly and she reciprocated. Their romance kick started. Days passed by and Bumble fell madly in love with her. Her mesmerizing smile and attractive looks captivated his heart. He turned a slave to her beauty and thoughts of her chained his mind. Bumble started dreaming and living in ecstasy. Daily he would sing her melodious love songs. In turn, she looked into his eyes as if she loved him. Bumble's feelings grew deeper. One fine day he mustered courage and decided to propose her. His friends warned him of the consequences but he did not heed to them.

That pleasant morning when Bumble went to express his love, he was shocked to see the flower missing. Minutes passed into hours, hours into days and days into months..... but his wait continued. She never returned. He bore a withered look. His adamance started fading and illusions started breaking. His dreams got shattered and all the deep love within his heart consumed him. Like a candle which is consumed by it's own fire. Melancholy gripped his thoughts and he died a million times before perishing. Little did he realize she left with the gardener who promised her a more colorful world where she would be admired and loved worth her beauty.

Everyone except Bumble knew the flower's destiny. On her part, she neither revealed it nor confirmed her love for him. She played with his emotions, raised false hopes and was responsible for his tragic end.

Why did she hide the truth ? Why did she look into his eyes as if she loved him ? Why didn't she stop him from falling for her ? Why did she shatter his dreams ? Why did she ruin his life ?....

Flowers are like that ! Heart within their hearts they nurture a secret wish- that of Bumble bees falling head over heels for them. They constantly seek attention of Bumble bees to confirm they are beautiful. Once all the games have been played and their desires fulfilled (at the stake of a Bumble's emotion), they long for the gardener to take them to a more appreciative audience. A flower 'plays it'.... and plays it cleverly till her beauty fades away.

This is the irony of life. Beauty exists, occurs or happens. But not before someone is deprived or made to pay the price for it.