There was once a lovely little flower plant. It was protected from all rain and shine, thunder and lightning and it enjoyed the cozy life indoors. Everyday in the morning, the master of the house would carry her tenderly and leave her to swim in the tender rays of the sun, and as soon as the sun began to scorch, the master would carry her back to the little niche he had made for her, and keep her for the day. Again when it is evening, he would leave her to savor the gentle breeze gliding over her, and take her back to her niche before he retired for the day. This had been the life for the flower plant, until when the master decided to take her to the garden, and transplant her there.
The little plant was still tender, but wanted to show to her master that she had the enough strength and stamina to fight against any oddity that may militate against her. The day she was planted in the garden, all the other plants looked at her appreciatively, and admired her youthful vigor, and the beauty that she brought to the garden. But when the sun began to scorch, there was none to protect her, and when a gust of wind chiddingly hit her hard, there were no protective hands of the master. She stood alone, waiting for someone to protect her from these aliens!
There were other plants, who whispered into her ears, worry not dear, you will soon get used to all rain and shine, thunder and lightning. Your tender body will become strong enough to resist all alien attacks. Your delicate body will become supple to dance with the wind, and take part in the cosmic dance of all plants and animals. She looked at the plants all around her, weather-beaten, shaggy and shabby! When the cosmic dance began, the lovely little plant would hop around, swaying her slender body, enchanting even the gods. But the old plants stood still, unable to contribute anything for the show of strength.
The little flower plant began to tell herself: why can't these old plants just give themselves to make this dance a collective effort. We only the young ladies do our best, why are the old ones not interested in this wonderful event. She began to grumble against every senior citizens of the garden, and at times in her anger would knock the old plants around her. She was the angry little plant, who others thought was too proud of her status and had begun to look down upon the seniors, who had their day, and were counting their days to receive farewell from their master.
One day one of the senior plants invited the lovely little plant close by, and after appreciating her for the new life she had brought into the garden, put forth a few questions to the little plant: have you ever seen a storm? have you ever been subjected to submergence in the flood waters, and could not find the land for weeks and months? Do you know what it is to be knocked down by a lightning? Have you ever seen the summer noon day Sun, roasted by the scorching heat? You are still too young dear, and you have still miles to go before you can tell the world that you have something to offer to them.
The lovely little plant was speechless for a while; she then realized that her journey into the world has just begun, and she should not have the audacity to sit in the seat of judgement to judge the world around. The following days were formative, and she began to feel the heat and cold, and her tender body began to swell and shrink; there were flakes coming out of her delicate body, and a thick skin formed over her, and she began to lose the childhood charm and the youthful magic; but she knew she was being toughened by nature to face the future ahead. She continued to dance, but the beauty now was not in her body, but in her dance, which flowed from her inner self!
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