Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Flowers that Blush Unseen

Flowers, clouds, raindrops, waterfalls, fresh leaves, the sky at dawn (or dusk), the changing light in winter; birdsong, patterns in the sand/ waves/ shells or on the back of turtles - they exist not to be appreciated, but to ‘be’.

The forces that operate in the universe and the elements that combine to form these dazzling combinations do their ‘beautiful’ work’ without seeking acknowledgement, acceptance, affirmation from third parties, the public, experts. They don’t have a desire to have their beauty recorded for posterity.

The beauty just exists for that - and then it changes, dissolves, combines, moves ahead.

The poet Thomas Gray captured this beautifully:

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.          

I’m fascinated by this facet of beauty – whether in nature, in creation, in the world; whether in insights, scenes, panoramas, human drama, individual lives; whether it is even seen by an intelligent eye or commented upon or acknowledged. I worked on this theme in the story ‘Flowers that Blush Unseen’ which appears in ‘The Kabab Maker and the Consultant’ (Rupa 2011). writes - Flowers that blush unseen is a classic short story that impressed me the most.

That comment really made me happy!!

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