STORYBOOK FOR A CAUSE: Artwork & Life Stories

The butterfly and the ant crossed path.   Like a ballerina, the butterfly twirled.   The broad pandan leaf her stage. The ant, confused,  moved back and forth, in hip hop motion. The broad pandan leaf her highway. To each her own. The butterfly wanted to show off her wings so she catwalked around the length of her ramp. The ant , however needed to finish her business of finding food so she teetered   around her path  to get off the way of the butterfly . And so they danced. Each one did her own step. The butterfly did the motions with leisure. She just emerged from her chrysalis. She is in the apex of her life! "The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough." - Rabindranath Tagore The ant moved in a tactical formation to search for food and must hurry. There is no time to play. She fo...

“An old man's story is written in the lines on his face; an old trail's story is written in the lines on the face of the earth.”    This is an old trail - a well trodden path. Each one who walked here has their own story to tell. It was a sunny afternoon, but it was also drizzling.  The earth was damp with the intermittent showers of rain.  The bamboo stands glistened with the drops of rain reflecting the sunshine. Their leaves were dripping.  A blast of chilly air hit me.  The weather became downcast.  The ongoing romance of the sunshine and the rain made the ambiance of the trail moody – a refreshing drama for my mushroom walk. When I was a little girl, I believed that I once lived in enchanted mushrooms. Hence, I do the trails for my mushroom walks. My finding each one is a moment of a happy coming home!     I search for ...