18th September 2021 Dr Shobha George
Hello there to everyone who comes by. I am Daisy, a flower that grows wild and thrives almost anywhere. We daisies are fun-loving, easy-going and value our freedom a lot. We thrive everywhere, especially in God’s own country Kerala😊. So, wherever we are, we create our own dynamic by growing and flourishing as in the wilderness where the wind, the rain and the sun nurture us. Bright sunshine or shade we love and welcome every life around us.
Butterflies and me (Daisy), have always had an attraction for one another. Today I will tell you about Rose, the butterfly that used to visit us quite frequently. Rose had a red body with spectacular colors of red and black with white dots all over on its wings. So, whenever Rose visited our place, she always stood out. I suppose the name Rose for a butterfly is not a coincidence!
I developed a fondness for Rose and would look forward to her coming by. It was interesting to watching Rose flutter from flower to flower as though she was on a mission to spread good cheer to everyone. It always felt funny when Rose alighted on my head tickling my yellow hair. Rose used to play with me this way and joke about being special and having an aristocratic background. She used to tell stories about how she cleverly darted away from the birds by her fancy slow moves and tactful spitting out nasty smells when the birds got too close. However, the most fascinating thing Rose shared with me was the bright coloration and patterns that she bore on her wings. When she fluttered her wings, apparently that was an overt signal to the birds to stay away. Low and behold! seeing the special patterns, and colors the birds could sense that she was inedible due to the poisons she had acquired in her body from her baby food. Woo!!! I was surprised. How foolish I was to think that beauty is only to behold.
After a few sunsets and sunrise had passed, I noticed that instead of stopping by for a small chat, Rose flew past me. She headed straight to a creeping vine called Garuda Valli (Aristolochia Indica) that formed a labyrinth around. I was concerned and curious. Rose went from leaf to leaf, as though looking for something special and finally settled on a healthy leaf and began to lay eggs. This way Rose inspected many leaves to lay her eggs. After laying over 100 eggs finally, she seemed exhausted and rested on one leaf and did not move again. The next day, my heart broke when I saw my beautiful Rose fall to the ground after being tossed and turned in the wind. My head too drooped very soon, and it was time for me too to return to the ground and be born again😊.
This artwork was created with eggshells and glued onto hard paper. Then I painted the butterfly and the flowers. The inspiration for the above story.