Yep, good old times – or at least what I can remember of them! Consider this a disclaimer: this incident happened eons ago. And forgive me, but I have the attention span of a squirrel, and the memory of… something that has a despicable memory! So there might be exaggeration involved in my ‘narration’ to a certain extent thanks to my rusty recollection of this.
It was some school function- Independence or Republic day, I’m not sure, I just remember a lot of flags!- that morning, and my parents had come to pick us up. I was already sitting in the car with my dad, while my mother was still out hunting down my sister. I kept the windows open and my head hanging out like a dog, because our car was, if possible rustier than my memory – it was impossible to stay locked up in that thing! Anyway, there was this butterfly outside- a pretty orange and black one. My dad identified it as a ‘Plain Tiger’ and went on to tell me about a thing called Batesian mimicry in butterflies. It’s a thing, where one butterfly mimics the colours and patterns of a poisonous butterfly to stay safe from predators who mistake as the poisonous one! Who knew butterflies did stuff other than just, you know, flying!? You know what, apparently, we have something similar in our human world: take a look at this! After that incident(probably), I was hooked. Every weekend after that was spent watching, running after(and tripping, a LOT) and capturing(Fine, I never managed to do it myself!) butterflies with my dad!
Like I said though, this happened eons ago. Today, I was out with my mother, and she pointed out one really pretty, small white butterfly fluttering about near us. I spent an hour wondering which one it might be, and I still didn’t get it. Then I came home and read a book, did my home work, ate and saw a movie. If it was ‘eons’ ago, I would have rushed home, took out my ‘butterfly watching'(is that a thing?) books and looked it up.
I guess ‘eons’ is enough time to change someone. And I realize I have changed a lot! But there are some things that are just worth changing back to, don’t you think? I think this just might be one of those!!
P.S – Picture courtesy: here! Those weren’t the digital camera days, ‘eons’ ago remember?
Wait a minute…did I say “pretty, small white butterfly”? Way to go, there’s actually a butterfly called ‘small white’ and it kind of fits the description. My memory may not be as bad as I thought! (Oh and by the way, ‘eons’, though very “American”, is my current favourite word!)
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Nice post . Re-visiting your memories , especially the happier ones is such a great thing . Im sure you were filled with joy and was smiling when you thought about it or when u wrote this .
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Thanks! 🙂 That's true, I was smiling pretty much the entire day!
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Firstly, the Brit spelling would be aeons
Secondly, you could not identify a small white ?! 😛 😛 😛
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I know, but 'eons' sounds better!
And, no. 😦 It didn't seem small enough to be a small white, but they are apparently larger than I remember! It's the 'Blues' that are small!
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