Like The Bee That Left No Trace
21 July 2025 The ‘2’ in today’s date reminded me of my mother teaching me mathematics. Life never truly gives us enough chances to be wholly grateful for all that our parents have given us—quietly, patiently, and without condition. Yesterday, a thought struck me as I was watching a peaceful video of flowers blooming. We marvel at the blossom, its grace and beauty, yet seldom pause to wonder—who carried the pollen? Was it the bee, the butterfly, or the bird that made this miracle possible? No one sees when she comes, takes the pollen, and slips away—unnoticed, unacknowledged, unrewarded. No applause. No recognition. No realisation. And perhaps now, as I pen this down, I finally understand: parents are like those bees, butterflies, or birds—helping us bloom into who we are, silently, invisibly, never asking for gratitude. They vanish behind our flowering, content in our becoming. The second thing the bees have taught me is this: do your work and move on. D...
