BUTTERFLY!
Vaidheeswaran
This morning the garden was full of
butterflies.
Perhaps after the drizzle followed by warm
sunshine the air is cozy and pleasant for the
butterflies to enjoy fluttering their wings and float around the sky
aimlessly that gives them immense joy.
They flew high and low in beautiful
pattern some times as low as to touch the short
plants with flowers near the ground.
My grand_daughter who was playing
around there was so intrigued to watch them
flying and went running hither and thither to
catch them in the air; or at least touch one of them.
She almost caught one of them when I hastened
and said “Don’t don’t…” .
“Why thathaa…?” she retorted.
“Why do you want to catch them?” I
said.
“I don’t know why…. I
like it…”
“Can you tell me why?”
“When I see them flying
I feel like catching them it is like
plucking the flower in the air…. … ha ha…!”
“But do you know
it is like pricking their legs
for them. It may hurt. Why do you
want to catch them ?”
“Maybe… I don’t know…I am jealous of them flyi ng free in the air .. which I would not be able to do .”
“Oh yes, you may be right, child…
but there are so many things around you
about which you may be jealous because you cannot
be like them!!.. can it be the rea son
for you to hurt them?”
She kept nibbling at
her fingers for some time to think of
an answer.
“No thatha
may be you are right in what you say…but, there
is a joy in catching the butterfly… it is fun thaathaa…every time I try they will fly out of my hands and escape being hurt. it is a
game we are playing I suppose…………..!!
“Well…as long as you keep
losing the game.. you are right… hah… …”
And I moved away…thinking…..’perhaps… they too enjoy
this game!!……who knows?....”
***imaginary
talk with my grand-daughter
