Termite will always remind me of my visit to Dudhwa National Park on the India Nepal Border. There I could see that everything feeds on something else. At any time a good fraction of the forest is dying and made into food for others. On this margin termites are rulers.
On my motorcycle trip last week, driving in the jungles over the hills at twilight, I passed an eerie sight. A 10 -11 feet tall termite hill was covered with a yellow tarpaulin in a semi-holy fashion. And an ominous trishul stood guard in front of it [1].
Of course! The destroyers!
They live in hills or in the nether-grounds. In these hills the companions are poisonous snakes and scorpions. They work day and night; uncomplaining, mast, they live covered in dust. They are very angry creatures, who should not be disturbed when at work, else you might have to face their might.
Where the life starts to dwindle, they start their dance, balancing, controlling forces of death and decay, playing loud their drum, singing raucous songs, laughing at the miseries of life.
Uncelebrated they absorb the immensity of death and let it out slowly in one thin stream, so that the rest of the jungle can convert it back to life.
[1] This symbolises Shiv, the destroyer in the trinity of Hindu mythology
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