Butterflies Cling
Butterflies Cling Something that clings is a leech like substance in mothers womb. It shapes into bones and flesh, and then soul enters into it after sometimes to create a life. Staffroom in our college Bhaderwah has a unique aura and ambience within and outside. It has men and women with varied dispositions carrying smiles and frowns. It has a beautiful garden outside with a Chinar tree branching out amidst of the garden since time immemorial. And small plants whose fragile branches carry few birds left to chirp in the evening. Some flowers attract butterflies and few honeybees. I have seen these butterflies donot sit rather they cling. The main entrance of the garden has a long pole on which the tri-color Indian flag is unfurled. Somedays the wind blows the folded flag to stretch its shadows on the college library. But the story begins with the butterfly because whenever it sits, rather clings on a flower, a beautiful women with eternal aesthetics unlocks the camera and s...