The Metro Honey Bee

I'm just sitting listening to my tunes while my head is resting on the glass side of my seat on the metro. I'm looking straight ahead nonchalantly, at two ladies sitting diagonally opposite to me on my right. Suddenly one lady starts slapping her left arm and the one next to her is pointing out on her arm where a strand of hair or an insect was, I didn't know at the time.

Suddenly the First Lady starts slapping her right arm and then, there in the grey background of the floor of the metro is a darker-than mustard-coloured honey bee just flying. It flew towards the metro door which was on my right side. It flew and probably landed on the floor just chilling, minding its own business. 

The Second Lady who was pointing out the location of the honey bee to the First Lady, frowned and gave a confused look to the honey bee on the grey floor. 

The next second the First Lady got up took two steps on the grey floor of the metro and then the third on the honey bee.

There it was lifeless now, just lying there for the metro cleaning crew to wipe it up in the next cleaning schedule.  And I sat there, wondering why doesn't it deserve any grief and funeral rituals?

It was a living, breathing soul after all.

The scene did attract some stares and looks from the other ladies sitting in the metro compartment but no words or actions. Probably because we were witnesses to a sin many of us have committed at some point in our lives. It felt rather cruel but we've all been guilty of killing a fly, honey bee, cockroaches, mosquitoes at some point in our lives.

We the giants in the small world of insects are criminals and cold blooded murderers and yet we don't mind because they aren't one of our own. Had it been a human killing another of human race the culprit would be behind bars or at least being tried for it.

If we show a little less cruelty and more kindness towards the small world of insects and smaller beings maybe we'll emit some energy and good vibes in our giant world too. 

And maybe we'll not wish our enemies dead, as often as we do.

Let's try? What's the worse that can happen? You'll have to spare a few cockroaches and flies and be a contributor to their growing numbers. But isn't it going to be a good feeling when they go back alive to their small world after a scary visit to the giant world? It's good Karma. :)

Long live the soul of the deep mustard coloured honey bee.