Thursday, 18 February 2016

The Hanging Droplet

The grass is cold with the winter dew and the droplets are ‘dangerously’ hanging on the irregularities of the grass, engulfed in a battle between gravity and grass’s resistance to not let it go away from it. I focus my biological lenses into the inner chamber of one of the hanging droplets, desperate to study it as if it were a school project to be submitted within the boundaries of an unimaginable time period. 

The droplet has a world of its own: unexplored, least traveled, hideous and possessing crystalline qualities. But I am convincingly unsure of the kind of composition its air is made up of,"does it have oxygen or is it just layers of water one after the other." I introspect. I feel intrigued by the heaviness that this lightweight droplet carries because does it host any living soul or is it nothing but mirrors randomly reflecting unclear images of the environment. 

One gush of even the slightest of air particle will put an end to the life of this droplet forever. But no! What I feel is that it is immortal. Yes. Because maybe it gives up on the shape it has been holding itself on but at the touch of the wet soil it will regain and reform into a flatter and wider drop of water ready to mix with its uncountable peers. But this one is uniquely unique; giving up is not in its nature and hence it is suspended in mid-air like a valiant fighter not giving up on bowing down. 

The strength, the hold, is so attractive! Is it the surface tension as physics says or is there a soul underneath those reflecting layers, which is impervious to the superficial vision I possess. If there is this some kind of a magical assistance on offer then surely this is beyond the scope of science. It requires astounding amounts of purity to see-through the skin of the droplet. Naked eye shows a distorted version of the droplet but now I am starting to feel that what if our visions are only incapable to break the mysterious shackles. But I know science will disagree and so will the people. Newer outlooks, divine as this are hardly encouraged until ‘certified’ and I am no authority, unfortunately… But now I have the time, and I will scan it all over; I’ll delve into the unfathomable depths of its world to unravel what exactly it wants to show us but not what we see; I’ll unwind the distortion to sharpen the images it shows to us, because who knows, this hanging droplet might be asking for help!       


  1. Bhaiya turn it into a ll just blow everyone s fabulous i must say

    1. Haha! I don't intend to do so because I am content with the poetic touch it is reflecting. Thanks anyway.

  2. The hectic use of big words comes across as rather intimidating than charming but possesses a certain grace that adds to the poetic touch. The post is beautiful. Keep up the good work. ;)

    1. "Intimidating", okay! I appreciate your honesty. :)
      And yes, thanks for the praise as well ;)