Ever since I am alive on earth, these fireflies have always amused me, amazed me up to a level of inquisitiveness. The discovery of Radium and other such scientific theories which I read in my childhood were incapable of stunting the growing seedling of curiosity in my innocent mind.
A child’s mind is a ‘marshmallow mind‘, sweet, soft, can be easily shaped in the desired way and it counts on the voice of the heart. At times the heart summons the wisdom and drag it to the world of fantasy. A world of wizardry, fairies, mermaids, Santa Claus, ice castles, magic wand, chocolate river, Cinderella and Snow-white.
Even today the fireflies remind me of the time when I fancied them as the tiny twinkling speckles of the stars. The exultant group of fireflies when hovered above my eyelids and danced merrily beneath my nostrils, mesmerized me, impelled me to explore about their origin and existence and pulled my arms to play a puerile game.
As I got taller and bigger, as my brain got stuffed with the worldly realities, these fireflies lost their charm and the great appeal. I got tangled in the strands of responsibilities. The harsh din of the real world suppressed my inner conscience and the brilliance of money and matter outshined the shimmer of the fireflies. The heralds from the heaven abandoned my world and it got burdened with piles of bulky books which provided me with a scientific and logistic reason behind everything I fancied of.
Despite this, the tender part of the heart still breathes within the boundaries of an adult brain. It still summons the wisdom occasionally, makes it dive into the sea of fantasies, the world still embellished of the childish conception. An adult’s mine is a ‘nut mind‘, rigid and tough outside but inside it, dwells a soft and sweet kernel, obsessed with the childhood fantasies. Even today, I look for fairies in the sky, hang my stockings on the Christmas eve and escape into the fairy tales. I still search for the fireflies, and to my utter amazement, they are not gone. The little twinkling fireflies still hover above my eyelids and dance merrily beneath my nostrils.