The Flight

I'm small, I'm tinny and I'm content. 

I was the happiest creature of god, I lived life to the fullest, flying high above the earth. My eyes were larger than my brain, I was capable of seeing 360° without even a blink, may be thats the reason I was finding beauty in everything. My colourful eyes filled with water attracted many admirers. My happiness could  not be quantified, as combination of red and green colours of my eyes, with dark brown retina were of limitless beauty in itself. Adding further more to my valour I was blessed with golden abdomen and long silky black tail. My paper thin wings could beat the sharpest sword and fastest fans humans have ever built. I felt proud when humans built airplanes with structural similarity to me. Every evening I lift myself as high as I could to synchronously fly below airplanes. As I fly I search for food and observe humans and their rhetorics.

Dragon fly they called me.

Every time I hear this, I'm forced to grin at irrational name given to me. I get confused whether I'm being complimented with the name 'Dragon' or condemned by the name 'Fly'. Moreover I don't breath fire, neither I like filth. God bless these illogical humans. However I admire their marvellous creations. High held concrete nests, which are million times bigger than humans. Creations of metals, which carry them to different places, sometimes I wonder how did they imbibe life into these metallic structures. 

Let me descraibe one of my interaction wurh these humans!!!!

One fine evening when colour of the sky was fruity orange, and sun was almost clothed with silvery white clouds. I was wondering around garden searching for my food, and some human kids were playing near thick bushes of green grass. Although these kids are annoying, and do not let me be peaceful, I love being around them. 

For past few days I have started visiting this garden more regularly because of the affection that I have developed towards one kid. He was being called with another illogical senseless name 'Pinto'. 

My parents had advised me to stay away from humans, however I had a special affection towards Pinto. I started buzzing around Pinto every evening. Instead of my synchronised fly with airplanes, I started following shadow of Pinto. There were many admirable attractive features this kid possessed. His brown big eyes filled with glassy water were similar to mine. His brown and black hairs with golden shades were like petals of a pray insect I recently had. And most importantly he jumped more than he walked, making me love him with the fullest desires. 

Pinto and gang plays more cheerfully than any other humans around. Everyday they play cricket I suppose(another unreasoned name for fellow insect and a game), but sometimes they play different games. Whatever these bunch of kids played din't made any sense to me, as my heart was fluorescent  just by observing Pinto. 

Today they are playing some new game it seems, because they usually don't play cricket in bushes. None of them are carrying any play things with them, instead they are searching for something around the clump of shrubs. The careful observation made me realise they are carrying sharp thin sticks of coconut broom. The kids were extra careful and each steps they took were with added careful cautiousness as if not to disturb someone. As these brats spread around, my usual routine of stalking at Pinto continued. With no smile on his face and pretentious sharp vision, Pinto was more than  a ratified smart kid.  

Pinto was also searching for something, and I was just wondering what it could be. These humans are some times fickle with their emotions, so as their kids, who have changed their play today. 

As I was looking at Pinto, his right hand started moving  slowly with no swiftness towards one of  the branch. As he moved his hand with both his thumb and index fingers parallel to each other, I was sure that its a game of catching something. Upon more attentive observation it was clear that he was trying to catch a Dragonfly, I couldn't control laughing at these humans. As I told we have bigger eyes than our brains and we could see 360°, my fellow dragon fly was completely aware of the approaching predators hand. Within a flash second, my fellow dragonfly was lifted off by his swift flight and Pinto snubbed himself with disappointment of not able to catch an insect. I was gagged by this antic behaviour of kids, and started my routine work of searching my food. I was in a assumption that the kids will never succeed and eventually give-up.

Despite many failures kids were passionately absorbed in their business, meantime I had a good hunt of a pray insect. Delighted by my success I was having my food, when a sudden gasp of blathered fingers clutched my long tail. I felt as if my intestines were crushed and mashed in a grinder. Adding to my weariness as I turned to see what happened it was Pintos ghostly hand, which had sought me.  As the clasp continued to add pain, Pinto beamed with eerie grin and took out thin knife like stick which he was carrying.  I was scared, and my heart was almost out of my mouth as he moved that stick towards me. The villainous smile continued as he jolted the stick into my tail and within seconds left me to fly. Horrified by sudden sequence of incidents, and shiver created by shocking blow of pain created by penetration of stick into my buttocks, I 

started to fly. Pinto and gang below were applauding with cheers of joy as they enjoyed my extended tail of stick without feeling the pain which I was into. 

No definite direction defined my path as I was flying to save my half lost life. My green watery blood was all around the stick as I started loosing my consciousness. At one point in time I did not had any strength in my wings and lost complete consciousness into the dungeons of grass with a free fall forced towards the ground.