Birthday Month

I finally decided to write about the butterflies. The picture is the windshield of my Honda civic which looks dirty enough doesn’t it? The white spots on the windshield are of the butterflies, thinking of butterfly poops? no. these are the butterflies dead spotted. Every Thursday I drove back from my college doing my radio shift in the mid night and driving back to city became an adventure every week. Driving in the middle of the night along the country roads and between the forest lines was a different experience. And when I used to open my sun roof I could hear the roar of the road. As temperature was increasing day by day by March and April, I started noticing the butterflies flying around while driving. From the far distance the flying butterflies in the beam light of the car looked beautiful. The dark night and twinkling butterflies, it was a good sight. But as I passed them bang………… bang………… bang………… they stroke against my windshield. My car was at the cruse mode on 70 miles per hour. I braked but didn’t work. This happened every single night last month when I drove that road. I feel sad about the butterflies but there’s nothing I can do but whenever I drive that road during day time nowadays I remember those shiny little butterflies.

And I happen to have my birthday this month. I was getting older and older. I guess if time had stood still that would be awesome. I would still want to be a kid, restless and carefree. But time has to move on. It’s making me older and older. Next year I’ll be blowing one more candle from that birthday cake and this year it felt like everybody was shouting that I was getting older and older. When I was growing up I used to think a man of 23, 24 as a perfect man. Everybody respected and listened to that man. He knew what to do and what not. I used to imagine that man as a humble being and the day I celebrated my birthday I asked questions to me. Am I that man now? Do l have all the qualities that the man I saw had? Will I be heard? Or I’ve not been that man? but I just aged to that age? Though we don’t want, time will make us older day by day and these days past so fast that even if I want to rewind it I might get couple of frames out of it. Every time it started with Monday and ended in Sunday but it was shortage of time for me but I have come this far and became one year older than last year but factually one year is a long time isn’t it? I hope to make the best use of this year’s time.

Those amazing butterflies having a wonderful time were fooled by the lights of my car. They were attracted to it and they flew for it and the lights killed them. I felt sorry for them I wish I could do something but it’s out of my reach. And learned that we all are driven towards light, some towards Light of education, some towards money many towards many things. Like the butterflies saw the light and wanted to admire the lights and feel the lights. I have to admire the lights that I see. I am driven towards light to. Very firstly during the childhood wanted to be an actor worked for it made it somehow, then wanted to be a journalist that worked out to, then a big beam of light of American dream came and sparkled in front of me and I’m on my way  towards it. Seriously thank you butterflies for reinforcing my dream towards light.

It rained the other day and cleaned my windshield. Rest in peace creatures, u guys were awesome. I was listening to this song while driving that night so this song is dedicated to u creatures.