The pros and cons of a dust bunny

it is not very pleasurable when one of them falls on your first morsel of the day. but nonetheless, if seen from a very unbiased perspective, dust bunnies can be the most endearing members of the house. the way they hang from the fans, going wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! when you turn the fan on, doing somersaults in the air before tenderly floating to the ground, resting at your feet, waiting for a word of appreciation. yes, they most selflessly work hard to adhere to your wishes and moods. even when subjected to the demeaning broom, they submissively get swept and wait outside the door, just hoping you shall turn around and sweep them back into the house where they took birth and hoped to multiply with your good grace.

the dust bunny, with its brood, be it any season of the year, any time of the day, patiently waits by the door. as soon the person enters, they lovingly circle his feet, welcoming him, when the rest of the family seems unaffected. yet, we, the insensitive souls that we are, continue to enter, crushing them mercilessly, leaving them to painfully reconstruct, accept their lot cheerfully and wait for the next entrant. how many times have we sought them out of love, without a cloth covering our face and a mop at arm's length.

when we yearn for pets, temporarily casting aside the additional responsibilities of pet care, we forget the lovable soft creatures of a verisimilitude kind, waiting in the dark, who have given up all food and water, all personal luxuries and ego hassles and ruthlessly dust them out, cursing under our breaths.

o! hear ye, ungrateful creatures!! respect the creature who works untiringly for thy satisfaction! spurn not, its colour and appearance, its birth or raiment! denounce not its handicap! for in the spongy hollow heart that it has, there is only one aim...thy happiness!!

you don't need time to get acquainted with them, endearing that they are. whenever you sit in a corner of a room, feeling unwanted and abandoned, you shall find yourself surrounded by them, all ears and caring gestures, just to make your spirits high. as your confidences take a plummet, they gradually rise in the air, making your spirits soar. they entertain you, making patterns in the space, delicate moves, floating down to rest at your feet. that is all they want. yet, what we do is view them with distaste and discard them at the earliest.

when shall our hearts mellow down to appreciate their existence and give them the rights they are entitled to? when shall we bend down, lift one up lovingly in the hand and leave it in space to be free and dance its way down? someday, we shall realize...