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The whole week
of teaching the innocent kids in the school was done. Karma was out on his
usual weekend outdoor pursuit, running after the butterflies and snapping their
colour and joyous moments. Butterflies seemed like precious stones for a
materialistic soul. He liked the chromatic combinations on their glistening wings
rather than the living style. He captured several rich pictures that morning.
“They have the
most mesmerizing wings,” he said to himself as he gazed and gazed.
He could now
hear a familiar Hindi song by some young girls in the distance. He listened to
the lyrical description of the surroundings – the mountains, the streams and
the trees. It was the soothing effect of their song that made Karma walk
towards them.
When Karma
approached, the girls stopped singing. Both lowered their heads and giggled.
The girls were making a flower garland with wild marigold. The chilly morning
breeze blew their silky hair in all directions. Karma swallowed, “Good morning
girls.”
The two kept
giggling. “What are these garlands for,” he continued, a little embarrassed
though.
“For Dewali,”
one of them uttered at last.
After
exchanging a few words, the conversation felt at ease. “What is meant by
Dewali,” he posed a question.
“It is the
festival of lights.”
“Why are you
here early in the morning, Acho,” one
of them inquired.
“I am taking
picture of the butterflies.”
The girls
giggled again. He explained how much he loved the colour and the waves of light.
He switched on the old digital camera and played a short clip. A bluish green butterfly flapped its wings
amongst the dying yellow flowers, sparkling in the morning sun like a turquoise…
