Apr 25, 2022
My Butterfly
A fiction story of finding love with a butterfly
One after another, there were a lot of beautiful butterflies. But my eyes were only on one of them. But that one butterfly was too quick so it was difficult to capture that butterfly. That butterfly was running ahead with fellow butterflies. I was trying to catch that butterfly, but it got mixed into a big group of butterflies. When I got tired of finding that butterfly, I lay on the grass, and all of them returned to me and sat on my hands. The beautiful butterflies were in my arms. It seemed that I was decorated with butterflies. But my eyes were searching for that one butterfly to whom I was running behind. Then at that very moment, rain began and all those butterflies disappeared.
I stood up from the grass and began dancing in the rain. I was feeling every drop on my skin. I sang songs of love and kept dancing. After an hour, the rain stopped. And the sun appeared from the cloudy sky. A ray of sunshine fell on my face. And it made my soul warm. The flowers around me were looking too fresh after taking a bath with raindrops. And I was waiting for that butterfly to return to me.
After waiting for two hours, I thought that the butterfly was not going to come. So I left the park and went home. I took my meal because I was feeling so hungry. And then later in the evening, I began thinking about that butterfly. The longing took me to park again.
The night sky was wonderful. Thousands of stars were shining. And moonlight was looking fabulous on the flowers and the grass. I was appreciating the beauty of nature. Then, after a few seconds, I saw a butterfly in front of me. It was that butterfly for whom I was waiting.
Out of joy, I shout,
“O butterfly. My butterfly.”
That butterfly came closer to me, very near to my eyes. I felt that it was looking directly into my eyes, maybe communicating to my heart. I was wondering what that butterfly is doing. I was thinking, but then that butterfly flew away from me and I saw it going towards the moon.
I sat on the grass and waited for what was going to happen. I asked myself,
“Will that butterfly return?”
A few minutes passed, and I saw a group of butterflies coming down from the moon, toward me. And I heard a voice from among them,
“Do you love me?” A butterfly among them asked, but I didn’t know which one was asking.
At first, I got scared because I never knew butterflies could speak. But then I answered,
“I only love one of you. I only love my butterfly,” as soon as I said that, all the butterflies disappeared. And then one butterfly appeared, that one butterfly for whom I was waiting.
“You are among the chosen ones. I don’t interact with human beings normally. But you are the one I was searching for. I love you, I love you, my butterfly,” the butterfly said in a voice that was too sweet to my ears. The butterfly called me “butterfly,” because we were the same.
Tears of joy began falling from my eyes. My butterfly was in front of me, expressing love. So I said, too,
“I love you, I love you, my butterfly.”
And then my butterfly took me to the moon, away from everybody, so that we can live in peace just by loving each other.
