The glass roof below me, hadn’t been cleaned since 1-2 days, there were visible dust particles and spots which looked like stick-on, that couldn’t be sticked-out. I could see a dried up bird poop where a psychedelic blue fly seemed to be sitting in a trance. It had been in the same position since 20 minutes or more, I had been noticing it since that time. It seemed to be in a fly meditation of sorts, sitting near the food (bird poop), or was it dead?
There is no way that I could get that fly to move, the smudgy glass window was being the culprit. I was seeing it get wasted, and somehow I wasn’t feeling comfortable in, letting go of foodotopia. I wish I could send it some sort of telepathic vibration and tell its fly brain, ‘Hellow, you fly, you are sitting on a poop mine! Eat it!’
Perhaps, the fly was feeling melancholic, or if it’s the female one, then I am sure it must have been suffering from fly PMS.
More than half an hour had flyed by… the fly was still there, pondering over its fly life… maybe it’s conserving its energy after having the poop or charting out how to get laid or attract other fly mates.
Meanwhile, a lot of breeze and sunlight has gone past it. And there it was motionless, as if it were planning its next life.
Little did it realize, that a mynah was hurtling down at godspeed for its Sunday grub. In a split second its motionless body was starting to gather momentum, but alas! Its movement was stopped and swallowed by the yellow beak.
My psychedelic fly’s transcendental melancholic state had become a perfect yogic meal for the discerning mynah.
