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Do you still remember the story of a bloom and a dragonfly? 

It was one of my favorite analogies. I never liked animals -- except dragonflies. I used to play outside with my childhood friends in the late afternoon. Before the sun went down. 

I liked pretending to be a veterinarian, curing the dragonflies that perched on trees. Funnily, years later, I caught many dragonflies for my science assignment. It was such a fun experience.

Then, years later, I met a unique dragonfly. I broke its wings because it fell for me. The dragonfly with broken wings couldn't fly anymore and it loved alighting on my hand. 

But, suddenly, the dragonfly wanted to fly back. I was devastated. I chose to sit still. Afterwards, a bunch of flower beetles flew towards me. I didn't care how many wanted to stay. I only wanted my dragonfly. 

And time keeps flying too. I no longer feel anything toward that dragonfly. It's been ages. I know now -- a dragonfly alights on a bloom only to rest.  

But a flower beetle, it's different; it can have a connection with a bloom. Funnily lately, I've been wistfully wanting a flower beetle. It alighted on my hand for one night. And then, it went away. 

No matter how many dragonflies or other flower beetles came, wanting to perch on my hand. I still want only that flower beetle. 

Both of my hands are closed now to anything that wants to land on them. I have no clue when I'll open them again for another flower beetle. I surrender to time..