The Social Butterfly Who Silenced Forever

Once upon a time (yes! It’s a kind of a fairy-tale, so it’ll go like “once upon a time”)…so…Once upon a time there was a butterfly named Rosemary. When she entered the world, her mother knew she would grow up to be a wonderful soul and a great butterfly. She was colorful, beautiful, sweet and really talented. Her mother knew she would do her proud one day!

As she grew, she was taught that the world was filled with goodness. Though the world had its share of flaws, but it was still good and that she would find the good butterflies to keep her company. Since childhood, she was taught of goodness in the world and so kindness and integrity were the characteristics imbibed in her soul forever. She was one “jumpy-jumpy” butterfly, the one who loved making friends, talking around and laughing out with all her heart. Her smile- so pure and so contagious, that it “compelled” other butterflies to be happy whenever they were with her. She was so filled with positivity that she filled the aura with all the optimism in the world. By now, her mother was convinced at heart that she would grow up to be the most beautiful soul of the world that would make her proud not once, not twice, but umpteen times. She was so popular with her friends that they missed her when she wasn’t around. Humour was a part of her life and she always made everyone in her company entertained with all that she had. That’s what she was taught! Love and spread love! Live and let live! Looking at her, the mother butterfly started calling Rosemary as the “social butterfly.”

Once Rosemary’s mother decided that it was time for the “social butterfly” to fly independently. She needed to see the world through her own little eyes, learn and achieve lessons that would rest with her for the lifetime. So one day, Rosemary’s mother told her to go and visit the world. Rosemary, a grown-up butterfly, was still a child-like soul at heart and so her mother’s words gave shrills to her spine. Her mother told Rosemary to remember the lessons she had taught her since childhood- “the world was good and that she would find the goodness everywhere.” Though convinced, but her mother’s words still did little to put her little heart in the comfort zone. Nevertheless, she went out to visit the world and learn the lessons of her life, the lessons which even her mother didn’t and couldn’t teach her..ever!!

Her sojourn in the outside world began, but with a lot of nervousness. She felt scared to talk to other butterflies, the butterflies she didn’t know and the butterflies she didn’t trust. But there had to be a beginning. So, as it was imbibed in her characteristics, she started making friends. Anywhere she went, Rosemary made a lot of friends. She was, as usual, popular among her friends, wherever she went. However, life was not simple. And eventually, in the due course of her exploration of the world, she met some butterflies who hurt her, called her “ugly” (something that her mother had never called), discriminated with her and did not believe in her talent (again something that her mother never did to her!). It was then that she learnt for the first time that her mother’s lessons were not 100% true. The world was beautiful, life was great, everywhere there was beauty, but it all came at a cost..a cost of emotions. Goodness was there, but it was very difficult to find it. Good butterflies were there, but Rosemary didn’t know where!

Disrespect, ignorance of her talent, mockery of her emotions were all a very common part of her life now. By now, she had grown up. Her mother was no more. And she was glad that her mother took her out of her “safe haven” to explore the world (which was not always good!). Her life by now had some good butterflies as her friends, she was still popular among her friends, she still laughed with all her heart, she knew how to hide her sorrows only so she did not disturb others. She knew that everyone in life had impregnated their share of problems in their life and so, no one in the world had a minute to listen to her problems (except for the mother who had gone now!). So she learnt to be happy, while at the same time overcoming her problems with her own little understanding and wisdom.

One day Rosemary was taken ill…very ill. But she knew that like all other problems in her life, she would come out of it happily, hiding all her sorrows and putting back all her worries! But fate was not convinced. Rosemary- the social butterfly (as mother called her) was now taken seriously ill. By now, even this social butterfly was convinced that it was time. While resting in her last few days, with the last few breaths in her hand, she remembered all the butterflies she had met in her life- the good ones, the bad ones, the ones that she met for just a day and the excellent friends too! Sadly though, in her last few days, she had not even a single butterfly by her side. She was left alone to face the last few moments of her life. Her mother’s words echoed in her ears- “the world was filled with goodness. Though the world had its share of flaws, but it was still good and that she would find the good butterflies to keep her company.” Remembering her mother’s words, tears rolled down her eyes and she gave up on life. Last breath came out and Rosemary- the social butterfly was gone forever..silenced forever. Her friends would not hear her contagious laughter anymore, they would not find her laugh around, make friends, talk around and play around, for now she was silenced forever.

With Rosemary’s mute body, cold like the ice lying, other butterflies came in. But what for? When she needed the butterflies around her, they were not! She was hurt, bruised, broken, shattered and full of lessons of life, but no friends to call her own, no one to confide into.
Rosemary’s tale is embodiment of the way world works. When you laugh, the world laughs with you. When you are hurt, you need someone, you will not find a single person by your side..not because they don’t want to be, but simply because everyone is very much engrossed in their own life and troubles. But it is important to value a person while he/she is alive, not when he/she has silenced forever.

R.I.P: Rosemary- the social butterfly who silenced forever!

Published by akanksha89

Writing for me is another word for 'breathing.' It is my addiction and I wish and hope that this addiction takes me far in realizing my dream of being a very successful writer. I believe in laughter with my friends, dipping into my thoughts and extracting some really powerful and inspiring stories. I believe in living free, spending each day with a lot more courage and strength. I love lone reading and my dream is to have a beautiful huge library in a home, with a coffee vending machine in the corner and a bean bag where I can just sit and read whatever I want- no one to disturb and no one to intrude my privacy, my "me-time." Keep Reading!! Disclaimer: All the stories on this blog are purely a work of fiction and writer's own imagination and are not copied from anywhere else. DO NOT COPY any of these stories. Also, all the characters of the stories are purely a work of fiction and imagination and have no resemblance to any person living or dead. The stories on this page are meant for recreational purpose and for readers' interest. Any action taken by any of the reader (after reading any of the story) is utterly their own responsibility.

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