The Yellow Butterfly

Rosa was a housemaid. She worked for the Phillips, for the Grants, for the Riddles, for the Marquezs, for the Deodhars, for the Wesleys, for the D’Souzas and many more families living in the suburbs. She was a single working mother who did  other people’s house chores, looked after their children, cooked for the families, bought groceries; everything just so that her six year old daughter, Ellie could study and not end up working as a maid like her. Rosa had dreamt of all those dreams for Ellie which she had dreamt for herself.  Rosa and Ellie were not too poor but were not financially stable too. They often ran short of detergents and soaps or at times of basic food like vegetables and flour. Rosa tried her best ensuring that her their fridge was atleast stocked up with some milk and bread so that Ellie won’t starve if Rosa didn’t make it till dinner time.    One day Rosa was running late and asked her neighbour to pick up Ellie from school and bring her home. Once the nei

“This house is just how you had described Mr. and Mrs Kruger!”, said the house broker.  Kris and Kate walked into the apartment and stared and stared.  The house had everything they had ever wanted- a living room just adequate enough to house Kate’s small library shelf in the corner and Kris’ editing machines and still have enough space for the seating when some extra friends came over to stay, a cozy bedroom with just enough light coming in, the perfect kitchen where they would cook together not too big not small, a bathroom good enough to fit a tub,  a balcony perfect to fit two chairs where Kate could make a tiny garden and where they could sip their morning coffee or have a glass of wine at night.  Kate whispered in awe, “This is it! This is just like a dream.!” The house broker smiled and added, “Surprisingly its just a little more than the half of what you had decided as your budget.”  Kate turned to Kris looking happy, “Lets take i

Little Henry was the smallest in his family but tallest in his class. He was the only giraffe in his entire class. All his classmates were shorter than him- Jim the lion’s cub, Tim the tiger’s cub, Carrie the bear’s cub, Zazoo the alligator’s kid, Trippy the pythons’ kid, Billy the hornbills’ kid and everybody else.  Little Henry was so tall that at times he couldn’t see his classmates well from above. They did something else but he thought it was something else.  Henry had to strain his neck all the time. His neck pained every time he strained too much. At times Billy the hornbill used to fly all the way to Henry’s head and tell him what they were showing him. But by the time Little Henry understood what they were doing they were already doing something else.  Little Henry felt really sad.  picture courtesy: colourbox.com  One night Little Henry was sitting in his bed looking very sad. His father came and sat beside him and asked him, “Son, why do you look so

I saw ‘Under the Tuscan Sun’ and by far its one of the most beautiful visual movies I have ever seen. Magical Italian landscapes, bedsheets of flowers sprawled across distances, old buildings, churches, castles; the sights straight from some fairy tale. Roads and lanes and windings on which you would want to ride a Vespa, meadows on which you would want to see your soulmate, your prince come riding along and you waiting to be swept off your feet.  The villa ‘Barmasole’ which Frances buys pretty much intuitively after she is led to it by destiny is no less than an important character which changes and shapes her life; for its the villa that brings her to meet other people and that saves her from sinking into loneliness. The transformation of the almost dilapidated, infested with insects and creeper-ed villa into the prettiest, raw but elegant of all Italian villas runs parallel to Frances’ transformation from a depressed, broken divorcee into an hopeful and happy woman.