𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥: (non)local bee watches krishna & radha draw rangoli outside their house
₊˚ෆˎˊ˗ overjoyed at finding a place to rest after a long journey, the bee doesn't realize until the next morning just what kind of inconvenience it's landed itself in.
at the banks of the yamuna, there's not a single place to find peace-not the flower, neither the tree. because every living being there is insane, unable to go a single moment without yipping and yapping for the attention of a blue-skinned god.
the bee is ready to move again, to be free of these strange idiots. it's used to that, anyway, after years of not having a place to call its own.
'𝙄...' 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙣, 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙮. '𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙨𝙤 𝙤𝙗𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙡𝙮... 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢!'
'𝙆𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢,' 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩.
but when the time to leave finally comes around,
why is it so unbearably difficult?
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