My Butterfly Effect

School life was a cocoon . I never worried about how I carried myself. Right out of the cocoon, things elevated. A sense of colour, taste and excitement overpowered my rational thinking. New varieties, new people and new statements changed my perception. A fresh vibrant pair of wings blossomed out of my back. At every flap, I reached new heights of atmosphere. 

First friendship, then fashion and of course few show off clouds in-between.

At every flap, there was a new lap. And at every check point, there were distractive elements which made sure to keep me off the track.

Again when i reached the right path, I realised that the concept of journey was more interesting than the destination or the tolls in it.

The concept of friendship and style was more appealing than the friends.

I stopped my flight and wondered how true signature comes out of every individual. 

With a hazy and foggy cloud blocking my view, I bumped into a big bird.

No it was another guy with wings. But little different. He said he was cupid. I said how stupid you are. Don’t you have a sense of direction?

Can’t you see?

He responded me with a sarcastic grin and flew away. 

What a weird guy, I said to myself and entered a new zone.  A new sphere.

Now, my life levitated.

This was something I was experiencing for the first time. Like a breath of fresh breeze, a gust of wind gently brushed my wings and tingled my nose with alluring aromas. 

It made me turn anti-clockwise to notice it. Wow, I felt like a life line waiting to embrace me. Gradually, I found myself at the epicentre of new pretty, gentle and mesmerising group of personas. 

It must be the opposite sex I guess! 

My angle for these angels went absolute. 

Is this love? It’s so amazing.

As, I was wandering clueless behind every women, I again saw cupid giving me a sarcastic grin on his face.

Actually I liked it this time. 

Love is stupidity.

With cupid, its cupidity.

And cupidity is cute.

But we tend to love the love stories more than lovers. 

I gave a harsh thrust with my wings and came out this stupid atmosphere.

The next phase called maturity was awaiting my arrival . I peacefully flapped my wings and flew away to make my own signature.