Perfect Illusion

Prologue

Yellow.

Early summer morning, bright and vibrant filled in sunrays. Big farmland running far off down the mountains blossomed in small, petite, delicate yellow flowers with little blotches of green to balance and bind together the ethereal beauty of translucent petals, and perfect folds between two modified leaves.  

Different shades – light, bright, vanilla, orc, saffron, dark - blended in sea of blue sky and cottony clouds. While mist and fog layered gold fields amidst soft happy yellow of sun, signalling a seasonal change. The outskirts of small town witnesses bringing together of two seasons in silence and peace, with fresh air to provide a perfect environment, that is not too hot or cold, but a tint of spring in it.  

Slowly, very lightly I parted my thumb and forefinger to release bundle of colours very different from yellow, wide and diverse and unique in themselves but joined together to give birth to the life of...butterfly.

Life in cities may dim nature’s effect but not the colours that it leaves behind, neither the memories nor the emotions that has palpitated the heart with emotions unknown. Life changes as different people comes, but it grows when their emotions mingles with that of ours. When wet eyes resemble their puffy ones and unspoken words are heard distinctly. When the phase “Be yourself” seems useless and immense happiness is felt in changing your ways, and styles.

I watched as sunrays slowly started to pierce the mist and reach half bloomed bud, all shades of yellow bind together, colouring one another. Just the way some people do. And when you open your heart to see, there’s only happiness, and smile on face.

I spread my palm open to see beautiful colours dancing, a souvenir from butterfly.

And I knew I needed to catch life to see its real colours. I knew I needed my family back. And to have permanent colours imprinted.