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May 20, 2024

Talking Flower

By Jegadeesh Kumar

I met a talking flower among the plants that had grown along the walls of a dilapidated building. It was perched at the top of the tallest plant, was glowing in pale yellow, and was the size of the fist of an infant. I was attracted to its splendor at first. But I was taken aback when it started talking. The flower did not seem to have noticed my bewilderment and continued speaking its mind by moving its petals. I had a suspicion at the beginning that some kind of a pre-recorded audio device might be hidden inside the flower. But later I realized that the flower had indeed been addressing me and its meaningless discourse at the beginning was only to invite me into its ambiance.

I did not understand the tone and the sound of its speech, to begin with. Hence it was difficult to construe the flower's speech. But as time passed, I got the hang of the style of its speech. The flower said I was the first beast it had seen in generations. It also said it blossomed just that morning. Among the many plants that had grown along the walls only one was destined to produce only one flower on a day and the life of that flower is only one day. Its current and the previous generations had only one ambition, which is to meet a talking beast. I asked the flower why they had such an ambition. The flower replied it was the duty of every flower to meet a man and show him their world.

I did not want to prolong my conversation. Instead, I had a growing urge to enter the world of talking flowers. I said, 'Take me along. I will follow you. Can I pluck you from the plant? So you can easily guide me.'

The flower replied, 'If you pluck me from the plant, I will lose my power of speech. I can speak only when I am united with the plant.'

I responded anxiously, 'Then I will root out the plant and transfer it to a pot.'

The flower said, 'Do it right away. I will wither before dusk. I need to show you my world before that happens.'

I asked the flower, 'How would I return to my world if you die?'

The flower paused for a while as though showing impatience. 'I am the only flower in these surroundings. But I have a lot of sisters in my world. All of them can speak. They will guide you back to your world.'

(What was I thinking? Of course, a flower is of the feminine gender, at least in the poetic sense. If I am trying to tell the story of a talking flower, I better address her with a feminine pronoun.)

Hurriedly I found a pot and transferred the plant with the talking flower. The flower asked me to open the door on the far end of the wall. The door opened at my slightest touch. I was astonished. She explained it was not my touch that opened the door, but her existence. 'Nobody can enter our world without our consent,' she said. Beyond the door was a passage that seemed to grow towards infinity. She commanded me to walk through it. I walked holding the flower pot in my hand. Nothing strange was in sight even after walking a long distance. My legs ached. The flower said we were almost there. After fifteen minutes of walking, we reached a stream. I heard a noise similar to the laughter of a hundred infants. The flower found the questioning look on my face and explained, 'The noise comes from the stream. It's the giggling of the stream when it walks on pebbles.'

A little later a raft made of sedge came floating. 'Hop on. This will take us to our world. Oaring isn't necessary,' said the flower. The raft took us along the current. I could not calculate the duration of the journey. No human faces were seen on either bank of the river. They were full of flower plants and meadows. Neither did I see any animals nor birds. The flower did not utter a word throughout the journey. Her radiance had been diminishing by the hour.

The raft came to a stop. We found ourselves looking at a dense forest. I climbed down the raft and started walking. The trees were unusually tall. There was chatter at the top of the trees. The flower said that the talk was about our visit. Her voice sounded weak. Her petals had started losing their color. Now I saw a great clearing. I heard what sounded like music from a million violins. I asked her where the music came from. She replied that the grasses express their existence through music. She said it could be welcome music for my visit. Time froze for the period I was under the spell of that music.

'All right, let's go meet the other talking flowers. You can talk to them for as long as you wish. I will die in a short while. I wouldn't be of any use to you,' said the flower.

'Aren't you scared of death? I am heartbroken,' I said.

'Worry and misery are for humans.' the flower paused for a while and continued, 'we are well aware of our fate. Why make efforts to overcome something that cannot be violated? Moreover, I did not know the purpose of even this one day's life. Nor did I know how I entered this world. I do not have any plans as to how I should live my life. I am content just to be a flower. Since I do not have any expectations about my life or any identification about myself, I do not worry about my death.'

'Isn't death an insufferable pain?' I asked.

'Is it so? Have you experienced death before? I have no traces of such experience in my memory. Many a time the experiences that life gives us are painful.'

'Have you not made an effort to free you from such pains?'

'Isn't pain also an experience?' said the flower. 'When you become the witness of a painful experience, it leaves you. The next experience comes in. You become its witness. It goes away only to be replaced by another. All you do is nothing but watching them sail away. Since you are only the witness and all experiences you undergo are different from your true Self. They don't affect you or alter your presence in any way. You are that unchanging, imperishable consciousness alone. The flower body I possess or the beast form you have are only sheaths on the consciousness whose passing does not in any way upset our true nature, the consciousness. This is our knowledge. I have received this knowledge from my mother. Every talking flower in our world has this knowledge hence we do not worry about our demise.'

'Don't you desire that some pleasant experiences you undergo should continue? Or the ones that give you pain should leave you?' The curiosity that I should visit the flower's world was behind me now. I wanted to discuss everything possible with the flower before she met with her destiny.

'My life's Experiences are not my choice. They happen in my presence. How could I own or disown something that is not my choice? I don't connect the awareness of my existence with my experiences. They are for my senses alone, for the world is experienced through the senses. I simply exist without any will. I exist, therefore I am,' said the flower. The radiance on its body had increased a little. I looked up and understood why the flower glowed. Beyond the meadow was an enormous flower garden. Innumerable flower plants were seen. Every plant had a single flower. The presumption that every flower could speak got me excited.

'I can't thank you enough, my friend. You brought me here so I could die amongst my sisters. Let's go meet them.'

I hesitated to walk on grass knowing full well now they had feelings. The flower asked me not to worry. 'Thousands of grasses collectively carry your feet. They are glad to do this service to you.'

I walked on the grass and we reached the flowers. The flowers sang in a sweet voice to greet us. The song was massaging my ears. After the song, the flowers started talking excitedly with the potted flower. They enquired about me. Then they turned toward me and sang again. I thanked them for letting me into their world and expressed my joy in entering their world. I conveyed how lucky I was since no human had ever done this feat before. I said it was the most important day of my life. I said the grief caused by the thought of losing the potted flower was unbearable.

The largest and the most radiant of flowers spoke to me. 'Do you think you have just entered our world? You always exist in our world. Not only us, flowers, but everything around you tries to somehow communicate with you in one way or the other. You just required the mind and the ears to be able to be aware of such happenings. You were in a receptive state today. Hence you could enter our world.'

Ignoring the shock on my face, the flowers started singing again. I noticed the flower in my hand. She was in her last moment. This was my first instance of observing a flower's death. I understood that the song sung by the flowers is a farewell to my dear friend. Finally, the flower dropped from her stem and eternally blossomed in my heart.

Article © Jegadeesh Kumar. All rights reserved.
Published on 2022-01-10
Image(s) © Sand Pilarski. All rights reserved.
1 Reader Comments
Karthik Deepak Chandramohan
01:59:19 PM
????????????❤️….. Well Written Truth about Life and how we don’t see value in it and take things for granted!

It’s intellectually written to make audience/readers visualize the story, the feelings/emotions right in-front of your eyes ! I loved it !!!!!!

Go Anna Go !

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