Note: This is a bit serious stuff. If you are able to complete reading it, please share your views even if they are negative. How exquisite this pain is! It’s just making hay while the sun shines. As I flutter my wings and contemplate on which flower to descend on, I get this uneasy feeling that my happiness is going to be short-lived. The nip in the air indicates that the dreaded winter is around the corner and with its arrival, all our gaiety will cease to exist. The shudder that goes through my body is not due to the nip in the air but the mere thought of winter. I quickly gather myself and I see the substance in the infinite wisdom of not letting the fear of future ruin our beautiful present. I look around me and the beauty of the multicoloured flora just leaves me breathless. It is then I sight her. A chubby little girl with large fluttering eyes that seem to slice through the soul with a knife of honey. She runs around the garden in gay abandon looking very mischievous and adorable. I crave for her attention and as though in instant answer to my prayers, she catches sight of me. She walks gingerly towards me and grabs my tail with her soft fingers. I feel as if she is transferring her entire power through her fingers to me. I cling to the leaf to test the depth of her desire to have me. She pulls me off the leave violently and I wince in pain but realise how joyful this pain is. Still holding on to me, she looks around and sights a few stones. She arranges them on the ground according to their size. She lets me sit on the smallest stone and goads me to lift it with my legs. I do it with pretty ease and she picks me up and sets me down on the second but slightly larger stone. I realise in a flash what she is aiming at. She wants me, her chosen one, to perform such feats, which will place me far above my fellow beings. I do it with ease yet again and I am moved on to the third one. Her concern for me warms my heart and I am filled with excitement. She seems to yell at me ‘Citius, Altius, Fortius’ and I feel already like the Olympic champion at the finishing line. I clear stone after stone and her infectious mirth catches me too. I finally arrive at a stone, which I cannot lift despite my best efforts. Her face falls on seeing my inability and I curse myself for letting her down. She gives up but decides to try something else. By this time, my own excitement reaches a feverish level. She picks up a piece of thread from the ground and ties it on my tail. Perhaps due to her own impatience with my tardy progress in the previous drill, she ties it a bit too harshly and I wince in pain but I understand. With the end of the thread held firmly in her hand, she lets me fly away to test my strength. I take off fluttering my wings at incredible speed. But like all living things, all this physical activity drains me off all my stamina. I am not used to such hectic activity you see. I try feebly more for the pretty girl’s sake and to vindicate her faith in me. I see that my wings get heavier and heavier until I fall on the ground on my side. The girl is overcome with pity and unties the thread from my tail. Leaving me to recoup my strength, she walks into her house reluctantly. I find my eyes closing as I resolve myself to be in better shape when she comes to me next time. Next time, if there is one….