"Shyam! Shyam! Did you see that? " she asked, barely concealing her excitement. " That butterfly there. Its a pale translucent white. If you see it from one side, it looks white, if you see it from the other side, it looks green, the colour of our wall. its so pretty ". The joy was evident on her face.
" Its nine ma. Only moths fly at night, not butterflies" I thought. " Moreover the lack of patterns and bright shades indicates its most probably a moth" . As soon as these thoughts flashed, I realised something.
My mom may not know the minutiae of flying insects but she knew something far more valuable. She could see beauty in everyday things. She could share joy.
Bamboo
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