The busy and robotic life that we
all lead nowadays has restricted us to appreciate Mother Nature and its beauty
all around. The chirping of the birds,
the green trees and colorful flowers, the green grass in the garden, the flock
of birds up in the sky etc. are few to be named as beauty of nature.
The other day I was going to drop
my daughter to school in the morning.
Her school is just opposite to my society. All I have to do is to cross two busy roads
to reach the school. After crossing one
road I stood on the pavement to let the vehicles pass. My daughter being too tiny to run on the
road, I didn’t take a chance and thought to let the vehicles pass although it
were only few.
I kissed her on the cheek and bid
her good bye. On returning back after
crossing one road, I stood again on the pavement. Usually, I run in the middle of the vehicles
to reach the other end. This time I didn’t
stop to let the vehicles pass. I stopped
because a ‘butterfly’ fluorescent green in color was playing around and came in
right in front of my eyes. That
playfulness of the butterfly took me back to my childhood instantly. I was charmed looking at it just like a kid
gets thrilled looking at a new toy gifted to him.
This was probably my very first
experience of looking at a butterfly in my everyday so called modern and busy
life. For a moment I forgot where I was
and completed a full circle orbing on the ‘axis’ I was standing on.
My eyes kept following the fluorescent
butterfly and in minutes it disappeared in the small green bushes with yellow
flowers on it. I came back into reality
and crossed the road. The smile upon my
face vanished with the disappearance of the butterfly. “I wish I could see more of it” I spoke to
myself.
The distance from my house to the
school is barely a kilometer. That day it
took me very long reaching back home. I was
engrossed in the butterfly and it took me to my childhood days.
I fondly remember the days of my childhood and
especially the ones when I used to play in the park right in front of my house. The verandah of my house was open and I could
see the motley colored butterflies playing around. I believe (personally) one of the most loving
moments of a child when he sees the butterfly and starts following.
There were few naughty boys who
used to tie the thread around the butterfly’s antennae and used to play with
it. I somehow never liked the idea of
binding the butterfly which is so playful and gives you inner happiness when
you see the butterfly playing around.
I used to silently exit my being
from there since I couldn’t do anything except saying, ‘we must not tie the
butterfly, set it free’. The image of
the butterfly that I have in my mind when I used to see as a child is that of a
brown colored with white very tiny dots on it.
The most favorite drawing that I used
to make as a kid in school was of a butterfly.
I used to give so many colors to it.
I cannot forget how once again I went down the memory lane of my
childhood days just because of a butterfly.
This indeed is Nostalgia….
