There existed two butterflies that kissed each other one day. And the moment they kissed, they burnt down each other into ashes. And from that ashes raised a butterfly that kissed another butterfly just to burn down again with it and give birth to another butterfly. This cycle continued for ages until the last two butterflies kissed and created one last butterfly. And I caught that butterfly without knowing what it was made of. The moment I held it, it caught fire and burnt itself into ashes in my hand, and its soul penetrated into mine. That moment, I felt the love and joy of each butterfly that had birthed and kissed till now, and the pain of each butterfly that had burnt down to ashes. That moment my soul shattered into a thousand pieces, and those pieces resurrected each butterfly that had embraced death till now. And a piece of my soul exists in each of those butterflies. That is how I feel a thousand things at each moment. And the way I get my whole soul back again is when those butterflies begin to kiss each other again and burn down, till the last one burns down too.


- Akshay Vasu


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