Outside, the summer has begun to sting. Inside, the air-conditioning makes the outside look pleasant. The wide rectangles of metro windows frame the Qutub Minar well. The Minar rises and wanes in greenery. Solace for dry eyes, beauty in embrace of a wide expanse of greenery.
And yet the solitary little butterfly has chosen to be here, besides a thundering metal and glass caterpillar. The giant caterpillar runs along a hundred times faster in a straight line. The butterfly hovers, flies and staggers undecidedly at its own pace.
It hovers and staggers, two paces ahead, a few flaps of wings to stay put, then sideways and ahead again. It is as if it is searching something down below. Hovering and examining the world below. Maybe it's wallet fell down or a ring. Do butterflies get married?
The metro is guarded with rolling barbed wires. The butterfly is hopping from one segment of wire to the next. It stops every now and then over a knot in the wire. Metal flowers of modernity. Does the butterfly hope to get nectar from this flower?
A metal-and-glass caterpillar and flowers made of iron
Will the realisation visit the butterfly soon or will these metal beasts yield to the beauty of butterfly? Will the metal learn to love and to be gentle?