Broken Butterfly


The boys were bored, and they wanted to have a bit of fun. Having decided that they really wanted to have a bit of fun, they moved outside looking for something that would keep them entertained for a little while.

The pretty little butterfly had just started its day, and was flying around in the cool breeze. The world seemed flawless and beautiful to her, reflecting the myriad of colors on her wings.

Soon however, the boys spotted the butterfly flitting from flower to flower, and decided that she must be the object of their entertainment. And so, they chased her. The little butterfly was terrified, and found that she was outnumbered, and surrounded. Whenever she would try to fly away, a swatting hand would slap the butterfly back towards the ground. The beautiful wing was battered and broken pretty soon, and the butterfly almost lost her pride, her wings.

The butterfly was soon exhausted by this, but for the boys the fun was just beginning. The butterfly was hurt, and she protested. The boys didn't listen. The butterfly pleaded to the boys to let her go, and yet the boys did not listen. They toyed with her, till the time they were satisfied and the butterfly was broken, shattered.

The boys turned to leave, leaving the butterfly with its broken wings on either side. "Wait. Before you leave, can you tell me, what was the point of this?" asked the butterfly to the boys as they were leaving.

"You mean, metaphorically?", asked one of the boys, and they went to sleep with big grins.

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Image Courtesy tenderlung

25 comments :: Broken Butterfly

  1. I started reading this and I thought it'll be one of those b'ful fiction pieces that you frequently come up with.

    *And the butterfly almost lost her pride.

    But when I read ^^^^^, the entire scene being imagined in my good-for-nothing head changed.
    The pretty butterfly metamorphosed into a being of the fairer sex who also at the end of that abuse was left wondering, what _was the point ?

    You know what I'm talking about.

    P.S. You have a gift Arnab. I had no idea something so dark could be put across in so light and easy a manner.

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  3. @ bondgal... I know what you're talking about. I hope the point I wanted to make did come out in that post... thanks...

  4. Ouch :(
    Yet again, sensitively portrayed.

  5. I so agree with Bondgal....
    Its really amazing how you have been able to potray some deep and dark stuff... with such nonchalance.... its a gift!!! truly!!

    I was so taken aback with the ending....

  6. Point brilliantly conveyed. To the dot. Period.

    Peace.

  7. Arnab dude u rock...
    i mean how conveniently you express your thoughts...
    I dont know what u do...Why dont you write for newspapers and all...
    Proabably u are already doing...
    Very Beautiful peice...

  8. @ Netika... Thanks a lot

  9. @ Diva... It is one topic that I've wanted to write about for a long time now, but I found that somehow never could do justice to the topic before this...

    Thanks a lot for visiting...

  10. @ Kartz... It feels really good when a writer like yourself gives a comment such as that :) Thanks...

  11. @ Pallav... Thanks for dropping by, and glad to know that you liked the post. I'm not writing professionally as of now, somehow that's never really worked for me... will think about it later though, right now there's a real time constraint too. Probably in the future, I'll think about it... :)

  12. so wat was the point again????

  13. That was a rhetorical question...

  14. Beautifully dark! Loved it though it left me sad:(

  15. @ akanksha... it is sad, but then again the sad truth is that things like this have become a very common occurrence today. Sad that society has come to this state now...

  16. See if something has not worked in past, it doesnot mean it will not work in future too...
    i think you should go and give it a thought...
    All the bestttt

  17. @ Pallav... That is true no doubt, and I'm not saying that I won't think about it in the future at all. Right now however, the time constraint is a bit too real, and I don't get the time to write even one post every day out here... let's see how things work out, and I will surely keep your advice in mind... thanks a ton :)

  18. I agree with the above comments... You have a gift and am not sure if you know that.

    Sometimes I feel, do I even have enuff capability to comment on ur posts??

    You are simply the best...the way u use words to tell stories that touch ppl to the depth.

  19. @ Harshita... Thanks a lot for that comment, that's become the most motivating factor for me to write more frequently these days. So, you better not stop commenting on the blog posts!!

    :D Cheers...

  20. sheer brilliance

  21. @ Ruch... Thanks!

  22. Hmmmm i read this too arnab....

    Interesting part was butterfly having a silent protesting conversation with those two little boys..Kamaal hai...achcha laga...
    Innocence bhara pada tha iss post mein...
    Compliment dena chahta hooon par i will wait for a while....

    Keep writing...:)

  23. @ Mahesh... It's really sad how innocence is scarred by the acts like these. I wonder what it would take for society to be a safe place...

    Thanks for reading, and blogrolling...

  24. If you hadn't told me the context to this one, i would have taken it as just another story.

    This is outrageous, why did they do it in the first place? Why didn't some nice guy come and try to save her? I'm horrifed. What makes such $#%%^^ guys think they have the right to do this to a girl?? It's making me mad!

    Thanks for sharing this. We need more and more people like you who can write this up and let others know this has to stop. It's commendable :)

  25. @ WarmSunshine... Why did they do it in the first place? Well, maybe 'coz "The boys were bored, and they wanted to have a bit of fun."

    This happened in Greater Noida, which is the most secluded suburb of Delhi. Nice guys don't really exist over there apparently.

    It drove me mad too, which is what made me write this story. I wonder what it's actually gonna take to make things like this stop.

    Thanks for reading, and for spreading the word on your blog too. Cheers...