Day 1 - Lajwanti

They were her friends, but she never touched them. These ants have bites that made her body parts swell up. And she must scare them a lot for them to bite her. That was the secret of friendship, her second thought told her, respecting limits. And being there just outside those limits.

She liked the way the colours of the petals looked through the droplets on them. The droplets made the petal colours softer. The petals themselves were pretty soft, no offence please! But the droplets made it look caterpillar-soft.  And just as bright. She wondered how long will the ant take to drink the whole drop. He was surely trying hard; her mother had told her all the working ants were males.

A sound of creep made her look away. She knew it was nothing other than the old wood turning as it lost the rain water, it had soaked up last night, in the bright noon sun strong even after filtering through all those leaves.

She carefully moved her arm a little to warm up the next inch in the sunbeam. She thought of sunlight as a fluid on her body. Her mother had told her it wasn't, but sunbeam surely felt like matter on days like this. She had asked her mother how did she know it for sure. And the reply as usual was, she Knew It.

There were some large gathering places in a faraway place where people gathered in large numbers and discussed such thing, under large yellow canopies made of large dry leaves - she imagined. There was very little rain, apparently, maybe once a week- she filled the detail in her mind. And there were a lot of answers that they had found, and were to be taken for granted. Her mother was a lot smarter she thought. But you know how water feels, when you dip only a small part of your figure in it? Sunbeams felt like a fluid on her skin. So there.