A couple of days ago, I happened to chance upon a butterfly inside our home late in the evening. It was nothing spectacular or lavishly colourful, but a normal brown coloured one.
Butterflies aren’t a common sight very late in the evening. As it is, I was a little surprised to notice one. Like they always do, this one too was fluttering about carelessly pausing momentarily at places where it wished to. A couple of minutes later it did this wonderful flitting in a zig zag pattern and in an instant stopped and fell. Before I could notice and go near it, it was dead, its dance put to an end.
At that moment it struck me, why not live our lives like this, like this butterfly? Keep the dance going till the very end instead of turning sour and grumpy? By the dance, I do not mean or say it in the literal sense, but the dance inside us, the energy inside us, that can last till we breathe our very last. At certain moments we feel this sudden burst of energy, the spirit that keeps us on and up for a few moments; we need to make “this” last and that will make life worth while, not for ourselves alone, but for people around us too.
Once our part is played, nothing remains except a few memories of us with our cherished ones. And when that is all that remains, we need to be definitely sure that its worth its weight in gold, that they are beautiful memories. They will remain as souvenirs, which will be reminisced by the ones whom we love.
The last flight of the butterfly has been the first beginnings for me to understand life differently!
Image Courtesy: Chandan Karkera
she is the center of all my attention and not to forget her mum…but as i veer off from here i begin to feel there are certain things in life that we don’t notice, experiences that have enriched our lives, indirectly, certain others directly…where would i be without going through these? i can’t seem to figure this out…some moments truly joyous, some tragically depressing, certain others blunt and trifle others which were nugatory…there are experiences which have been as extreme as death of my mother and as moving as the birth of my daughter and as amazing as my wife and my family which have directed the path of my life…then there are others – the first time we learnt to ride the cycle, the first time we had a jab of the doc’s needle or learning to handle a computer…these have conditioned me, moulded me into what i am; these which you carry on the journey of life need not be the most memorable ones but however big or small, happy or sad they teach you something of a beauty that’s called LIFE!
