The Garden of my Imagination

A beautiful butterfly lived in a fairyland among the colorful flowers and in their virgin aroma. The aroma which was never smelt by anyone. Days start with the smiling sun and the nights with the singing moon in the company of shinning bright stars. Everything was beyond perfection, beyond imagination, beyond corruption, beyond evil unwanted spirits, beyond sorrows or perhaps beyond reality.

The garden, which was much more beautiful than the garden of Eden, was ruled by the only ruler and that ruler was the butterfly. The strange reality of the garden was that it gives the sense of satisfaction to the butterfly. The butterfly never felt the deprivation of anything. She never needed anything. It was no more her who needed the things but instead now the things needed her. The butterfly was not the only one but all the living and non-living things present in the garden felt themselves as the chosen ones, the special ones, the extraordinary and the exceptional ones. Everything was individually as well as equally important in the garden. The garden with no jealousy, no hatred, no chains, no responsibilities, no execution, no lies and no villain. Love, beauty, kindness, peace and freedom were always available free of cost in the garden.

The butterfly could do whatever she wanted. Sometimes the garden would change into a big castle, sometimes into a palace, sometimes it would transform into waterfalls, sometimes into the form of mountains, sometimes in the shape of clouds, sometimes in forests and sometimes into a simple small cottage near a beach. Everything was dependent on the will of the butterfly.

The only limitation of this garden was that it was only visible to the butterfly, only when she closes her eyes, only when she is alone, only when she hates reality, only when she does not want to be ruled and only when she knows she can't do anything in this real world only then she visits her garden, The Garden of her Imagination.