Bug Plants

My mom and me are waiting at the bus-stop for the bus to come.

I start picking inch-long black bugs from the ground, 

collecting them in a bottle I am carrying for the very purpose.

The bus approaches. 

My mom is telling me to get ready to get in.

I carry on my treasure-hunt.

The bus arrives. 

Mom’s getting impatient.

I continue adding to the collection and I enter an 

excavation in the ground to find more and more bugs.

Meanwhile, the bus kindly waits for us. 

My mom starts throwing pebbles 

at me to catch my attention.

Yet, I work intently at my dig 

oblivious of everything around. 

The bus loses hope and leaves us stranded 

But not my mom! 

Out of exasperation, 

she picks a big stone and 

targeting it towards my direction, 

ready to throw it, 

She yells at the top of her angry voice –

 “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH THOSE DARNED BUGS!!!!”

With all the excitement I can muster, I say – 

“I am going to grow BIG-BIG plants out of them!”

And, Dear friend! 

That’s the end of her Dream.