Reading the ThiruArutpa songs by Ramalinga Adigal, compiled and published in two volumes by Ooran Adigal, every song of his is as sweet as honey. We are brought to walk together with the saint on his journey of spiritual evolution, migrating through the many phases where we see him worshiping deities, beginning with Lord Murugan, Ambal, and Siva, and eventually settling in light.
Similarly, the honeybees decided to drop by my home and build their comb in the branches of Hibiscus rosa-sinensis, which we call the Bunga Raya tree, the national flower. Several years back, as it began to assemble its squad on a timber beam at the back of my home, we did what everyone does - we called in the Fire Fighting Squad, who attend to capturing predators and driving away bees. But least did we expect them to burn the hive before our eyes. So this time around, my daughter called in an NGO that apparently moves hives. But when he arrived, the bees had already deserted the hive early this morning. But they left something precious for us - we got to taste their honey.