Palette of mystery

There is something about butterflies that fascinates everyone. It must be its distinguishable color in general or may be, a mystique attached to its carefree mooch around the greens. The butterfly, for one,s seems so without a job in hand, living life to the fullest. That must be the first intrigue to any grown up, but what about kids? Why do they find it irresistible? What is their share of pursuit? To a child, what gathers his attention is not the mundane exemptions allotted to butterfly, for him, it's simply the roaming and the variety of distinct color which does the cupid act. Learning color and its name can't get funnier for a tod that is full of questions and unanswered triggers. It simply doesn't fit hold in a child's psyche that how such a cute, timid creature could be blessed with exuberance of color on its exteriors. It appeals to the nascent mind of the kid and he endures on to a ceaseless and relentless endeavor. In the end, the butterfly flies away, mocking the human child's petulance, but at least teaching him a gradual lesson in life, too.

Now, the child has grown into a man and he no longer runs after this seductive insect anymore but he has learned the tricks of life. He learns that life sometime masquerade itself as a butterfly and makes us trail it like a caboose. At the end of the day, the color are learned and well known and the lesson learned that its butterfly's destiny to be free and drool around flowers and its man's destiny to try to find a space for him in corner for home sake. He learns that it's all karma and lot of drama too, that butterfly goes through a prolonged metamorphosis that seems so tedious and pyrrhic in nature, but eventually the beauty enters out of cocoon. Similarly life too has to drill itself out of a tenuous practicality and then reward itself with betterment. Butterflies are one of the earliest teachers for a child who learns his green from other color, from looking around his presence and sensing the depravity of his ambience.