The Flight of A Butterfly

This is the story of a man and a little girl. A story which is not uncommon yet beautiful.               Let’s get started. This little girl grew up at his place. The ‘home’ was a heaven; tall trees-mango, neem and pomegranate surrounded it. A large courtyard with roses, jasmine, hibiscus and some wild flowers. Inside; bedrooms with beautiful windows.  Every morning sunlight came streaming in, waking everyone up. A big cupboard with books- Dickens, Tolstoy, Twain, The Bronte Sisters and countless other authors. The terrace was always the place for any sleepover.              The school was just a 10 minute walk. After school hours, she would spend the whole day playing with him- he was the student and she was the teacher (with a stick in her hand!!!).  In reality, he taught her. Everything which is immensely useful, practical and enjoyable. He taught her the Indian mythology and how to be polyglot....

So here it is. My first post. And a baby step towards a bigger dream. Let me start by sharing my favorite story. Don't ask me where I read it or heard it; I don't remember. But the message has continued to stay with me.  There was once a Captain in the American Air Force who was quite brave and valiant. He was known for his courage and his ability to take calculated risks. Once, during the Vietnam War he was flying his chopper and took a risk which went horribly wrong. The chopper was shot at and if it was not for his parachute he would never have survived. He was captured by the Vietnamese. Eventually he escaped. He was lauded as a hero on his return and went on to win many medals.  Years later, he had retired from his service as a distinguished officer and was dining at a restaurant when this man, almost his age, walked upto him and said "You are the Vietnam War hero, I know all about you, the crash; you shouldn't have made that turn........" The soldier got...