Chameleon

“Hey, chameleon...” people often teased her.  But, she never bothered.  “I am happy of being a chameleon” she would whisper calmly.

“A chameleon is an amazing creature” she, once, retorted to someone.  Quite embarrassingly, he asked – “What is so special in a chameleon?”

“What is so special in you?” her reply was sudden and quite stern.  After a few minutes’ thoughts, he grinned – “I am rich and followed by hundreds of people from different walks of life”.  Her sizzling smile suddenly bloomed as a large laughter – “Really! Then, why did your wife leave you?  Your children preferred to be with their mother and not with you.  I don’t think your feeble physique can attract a woman; forget about love but even for a date.  I am sorry I couldn’t understand on what terms you called yourself rich.  Let me tell you that you are nothing but a chameleon!”

Irritatingly, he left at once, never to have any encounter with her.  She was always stern and straight in replying to the world for all unnecessary questions.  “Why should you bother much about my life once you are unwilling to provide any support?” she often attacked people with her usual question. She also knew when to remain silent before the fools, just to save her energy and time.

It was still drizzling.  She was sitting in her balcony nearby her pretty parrot.  Her parrot was also busy like her, watching the gorgeous butterflies and dragonflies fluttering in the garden.  Rainbow looked partially faded in the sky, just like the dimple on her emotionally clouded face.  She was elegant, beautiful, sizzling, enticing and what not? Undoubtedly, everyone agreed with her physical appearance though criticized her chameleon attitude.

“Hey, chameleon” suddenly her parrot squawked.  She couldn’t resist laughing louder.  “Oh, you too!” she said to her parrot.  “Not only had the humans but other creatures also certified me a chameleon!” she smiled.  “Fly as long as you wish and come back if you wish” she opened the cage.  Her parrot suspiciously looked at her face for a while and suddenly leaped out of the cage; flapped her wings; flew around her chameleon and finally rushed to her world of freedom.

She smiled to her hearts content.  Her rosy lips bloomed.  Tears of happiness rolled down to her deep dimple.  Wind whispered in her ears – “Chameleon”.  She screamed – “Yes, I am a chameleon.  As the chameleon changes it’s colour on different surfaces, I change the colour of my emotions.  I don’t want to sit and cry for my helplessness.  I don’t want to be a loser.  I can’t be suppressed for other’s dreams.  I am a woman of substance.  I own my body and mind”

She remained silent for a while.  She untied her hair and walked to the meadow bare footed.  Playful wind played with her hair.  The wet grasses kissed her foot.  She shook the jasmines.  Flowers fell on her as shower.  She murmured – “I am a chameleon.  I change my colour to survive in this world based on the situations.  Who is not a chameleon here?  Anger, depression, frustration, happiness, joy, sob, sadness, revenge, failure, success, aggressiveness, submissions and what not, like chameleons, out emotions change colours.  So, I bravely admit that I am a chameleon?” she shouted.

She ran around the garden like a little girl.  She drank rain drops from the jasmine petals.  She rolled on the damp grasses.  She kissed tiny white flowers on the grasses.  She sang with birds. 

“Hey, chameleon” someone murmured.  “Who is there?” she looked around.  “Wow, it’s you, the real chameleon!” she laughed louder looking at the chameleon on the fencing.  The chameleon turned around and jumped to the jasmines.  From there, it jumped to the pebbles, changing its colours.   

“Wow! You are my master, the master of colour-changing-art.  I salute and adopt your art for my survival in this colourful world with full of faded minds and brains” she screamed in joy.  It was dark by then.  The chameleon had disappeared into the bushes. 

It started raining heavily.  She removed her top and jeans and lay on the grass. Rain drops crazily flew on her semi-nude body.  In the darkness, when jasmines smiled, the chameleon’s fair body shined, sizzling and inviting.  Thunder and lightening could not resist falling below crazily.  Wind blew tenderly.  She closed her eyes.  Her wet lips gently whispered – “Yes, I am a chameleon.  Are you not?”

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