A Butterfly(Chapter 3)

It was a friday, that every one in the class was in doze from the first hour itself.
Not because of friday they were sleeping, but because the teacher had got into the class with a lullaby. They were sleeping means i am not.I am just staring outside the window where a beautiful butterfly flew around a flower. I thought fly asked for love- any way its good to stare than to sleep.
After a little time the fly just flew away from that flower- With that butterfly my staring moments too. So that i turned my attention into the class, where almost every one was in slight sleep(except some studious.).

As every one slept nobody could see me- i just skim through the class- still am not familiar with all the faces. While skimming i locked some where- some where means on a familiar face. A face where all the morn light focused on, What made that butterfly flew away, what gave me a staring moment again, the one who share teachers murmur at least for that single day, one who had a blue umbrella- adjectives are many..
I didn't understand why be locked there... Knew one thing.. locked.. Opening is not as simple as locking,So that its got her attention. I just pretend that am supposed to be there. She too pretend incredibly- as girls could always- by giving me a smile and asked me to look at, by pointing to the teacher.
I just smile at her and turn towards the teacher. But again and again in that whole hour i could see her with that right corner of my eyes.
As she was in a dream, or something else, had not gave another look... Sooner the butterfly that i had stare before just flew through the class. For some long it had flew, wings got tired and seek for a rescue place.

I thought it had seen before that, while being rinsed below in that banyan tree, a blue umbrella gave me one such place- That's why it just sit over her head. she was very sensitive, even to feel a butterfly's weight- she had jumped out from the seat.
Some emotions are just like that, couldn't be masked- so that my laughter had just burst out. I thought except her, no one could notice my emotion. After two seconds- came to know that my calculations had gone through a wrong way- the teacher shouted my name..
After having a little murmur i walked out of the class,with that butterfly. As passed the door it just leave me and flew to it's flower.
I asked to the fly loudly- why didn't you think that while seeking for a rescue place that your flower is outside the class but mine.....
While sitting outside the noise of the class remind me- with that murmur there got a chance for everyone to awake from their deep sleep.
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