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THE WORLD OF AMY'S INSECTS- PART I
PROLOGUE
I may not have the attractive look and I have never been the mascot of fairy tales; Ah! but yes I do have a special place in one of the famous fables where I was the source of perseverance for a King who lost his kingdom and had ran away from the battlefield.
So you see! I may not have a sweet and candy crush look and feeling but I do owe a strong message of survival. My own life also begins with a weird story of survival where either I am left to die of hunger by my mother or she herself is devoured by numerous children who step in the world, all hungry and violent.
I do not possess any guilt for what am I and how I am. It is just that I felt I have been forgotten for really long time and no creative person has ever got attracted towards to me.
I am busy in my daily struggle of survival where while looking, waiting for my prey I become somebodies prey! But we can't help out; that's life!! Unless it doesn't end how will it begin?
So ... being trapped in the vicious circle of life and having an unsaid yearning of being remembered in some prose or poetry my life was going on... well I would use the word 'smooth' to adjectify it when suddenly my mind received a tellypathic message from an extreme corner of this world.
A girl, no a woman!! no no let me present her as a lady with a vision, understanding and of course creativity. She had some sort of Eureka. Let me tell you all the irony of eureka moment. You can never experience and create a Eureka of your own unless you haven't been through the situations which aren't welcoming at all, such incidents for which you had put forth your best efforts so that it...
I may not have the attractive look and I have never been the mascot of fairy tales; Ah! but yes I do have a special place in one of the famous fables where I was the source of perseverance for a King who lost his kingdom and had ran away from the battlefield.
So you see! I may not have a sweet and candy crush look and feeling but I do owe a strong message of survival. My own life also begins with a weird story of survival where either I am left to die of hunger by my mother or she herself is devoured by numerous children who step in the world, all hungry and violent.
I do not possess any guilt for what am I and how I am. It is just that I felt I have been forgotten for really long time and no creative person has ever got attracted towards to me.
I am busy in my daily struggle of survival where while looking, waiting for my prey I become somebodies prey! But we can't help out; that's life!! Unless it doesn't end how will it begin?
So ... being trapped in the vicious circle of life and having an unsaid yearning of being remembered in some prose or poetry my life was going on... well I would use the word 'smooth' to adjectify it when suddenly my mind received a tellypathic message from an extreme corner of this world.
A girl, no a woman!! no no let me present her as a lady with a vision, understanding and of course creativity. She had some sort of Eureka. Let me tell you all the irony of eureka moment. You can never experience and create a Eureka of your own unless you haven't been through the situations which aren't welcoming at all, such incidents for which you had put forth your best efforts so that it...
