Nostalgia…

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….