A stupid story;

 

A stupid story; Once upon a time lived a man called Huuman.  He is strongly built; his hands are stronger enough break a coconut in one strike and his legs are so strong that he can run double digit miles without perspiration.  He ate at least five meals a day and slept 9 hours daily and worked hard for 8 hours in his paddy field.  Daily, on his way back from his field to home he saw a butterfly at the same spot.  First few days he saw and observed its colorful wings and left. He didn’t think about at after that very moment he crossed the butterfly.  Once a thrown prickled in the spot where he used to see the butterfly and he stopped and bent down to pluck the thrown and the butterfly flew to him and sat on his shoulders. From then on, as and when he stops there, the butterfly flew to his shoulders.  He didn’t touch it or offered his hand to ask the butterfly to sit on his hands.  He just left it as it is to sit where it likes to sit.  He felt happy to see the trust the butterfly had on him and he got obsessed with that feel of love and started to stop even in the morning to see the butterfly.

The Butterfly too reciprocated his love for him and flew to him in the mornings too.  Slowly, he started thinking about the butterfly in the mid of his work and he ran to the very spot but the butterfly was not there since it is its time to work or may be rest after work so he returned to work.  After his lunch he suddenly remembered the butterfly again and he ran to the same spot and it was not there and when he was about to return the butterfly came flying to his shoulder from his behind.  Overwhelming in happiness to feel the love he felt in his heart he stood there for a long time.  Then the frequency became three as he started running to the spot after his lunch too, also the duration increased and affected his productivity.

He didn’t care about the decrease in productivity as the feel he thought as love for him from the butterfly, flying around him and sitting on his shoulder preceded.  As he got used to it daily, he started talking to the butterfly about his pain, his work and his family.  The butterfly sat still flipping its colorful wings slowly as if listening quietly which gave Huuman a feel of satisfaction and insane happiness.

The day of harvest came and his work in his field stopped temporarily.  But he decided to go to the butterfly spot just to meet his colorful love.  This time he went little late in the morning to see the butterfly was sitting in the shoulder of another man, the owner of his neighboring farm. He was shocked and furious but then he thought as he reaches near the butterfly will switch shoulders to him; but the butterfly ditched him.  He went to his field and sat under a nearby tree as the harvest season was over and work will begin only months later.  He was sad and furious at the same time.  He didn’t go during the lunch time and he didn’t eat.  In the evening at his usual time, he walked crossing the butterfly spot and the butterfly came flying and sat on his shoulders.  He felt happy and forgot everything but told the butterfly how much he felt sad to see it sit on other man’s shoulder.  The butterfly listened patiently on his shoulders flipping its wings slower than ever before.  He took a longer time than his usual time, and while he was talking the butterfly suddenly left his shoulder and flew to same man who he saw in the morning. 

Huuman got furious and shouted at the butterfly about its loyalty and his love. Within seconds he approached the butterfly it flew away and disappeared in the fields.  He was sad and furious again and left home.  Once after reaching home, he didn’t take bath or eat or sleep.  He sat silently in a corner of his hut.  His mother called him many times to eat but he didn’t respond, so she finally decided to have a conversation with him on what is going inside his head.

He explained the whole scenario and his love for the butterfly.  The Mother listened carefully and once he finished his story she said “Son, how soft are you to fall in love with a tiny butterfly!  How sweet of you to feel sad for the imaginary love that you have built for a butterfly”. 

“No, Mother it is not imaginary.  It is real.  The butterfly trusted me but I don’t know what made it to ditch me and leave me for another man” Huuman said.

“Son, first of all it is a Butterfly.  The meaning of Love of that species is different not the one our species have in our brain.  Its love language is different.  It doesn’t even know what you are, it may be thinking you as a moving tree with different spores you carry over your body especially on your shoulder which has fallen on your shoulders while you walk crossing different plants and trees on your way. Stop looking at it has your love and start loving it as butterfly and love the butterfly for its own nature.”

Huuman sat in the same place for an extended amount of time and got up to take bath.  He ate and slept.  Next day he woke up very late and after his bath and breakfast he walked to his field.  When he reached the butterfly spot the tiny creature came flying to his shoulder. He smiled at it and dusted his shoulder.  The butterfly came close to his shoulder and flew down to the grasses where he stood.  He smiled and walked away.  From then on, he stops and dusts his shoulder just to see the butterfly coming and flying around.  He never stopped loving it but he loved it as it is and not as what he wanted the butterfly to be!