Every time I return home, I see so many things have changed.
Childhood playmates have shifted to other places, the once-bustling grounds in our housing society where we played cricket or
'lame-man' now host gleaming lonely cars, the partial view of sunset and coconut trees seen from the west-side windows of our flat (I
used to imagine Goa is just behind it) is now blocked by tall buildings.
But the butterflies are still there. Yellow, white, brown with
white dots. The only difference is that when I was a child, I used to run after
them brandishing my badminton racket but failed to catch them and
now I aim at them with my feeble phone camera and fail to capture them.
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