Butterflies come in unexpected moments. After they capture your fascination, they go away to flap their wings on others. You may not see the same butterflies again but they are just out there. They may be far from your sight but they are way too close to your heart.

Such stunning creatures never fail to remind me of Ellen. When I asked her why she is mesmerized with them, she explained that when her initials, E.B., is written the cursive way, it forms the figure of a butterfly.

I first met her during our P.E. class. She had a high-pitched voice that I didn’t like much. It was a month later when I came to know that she was not just a jolly person with shiny black hair who liked to talk much. She turned out to be among the smart ones who always managed to stay on the upper portion of the dean’s list. Read the entire entry »