It was a Sunday morning. As usual, I woke up late, at 8.00 a.m. (Sympathy messages in the comments section please), and had an awkward conversation with a butterfly. Well, it was me who did all the talking, and as soon as I realized what was happening, I had eye-contact with my brother and that made the situation awkward. The little part of the conversation with the butterfly which I recall is that I was jealous for her being so beautiful. People with high-end cameras spend days for a perfect shot of a butterfly and not even consider me even if I am available for a picture right away. Apparently, the butterfly was some kind of messiah. I could guess that if she had the power, she would have included Jealousy as the eighth sin in the movie 'Se7en' and I would have been the victim.
The butterfly tried ruining my Sunday morning breakfast, idli. Before any significant event could take place, I shoo-ed her away. Although, there was one instance where I had realized that she was definitely displeased for me not letting her to have her part of the breakfast from my part of the breakfast. I stared at her from the corner of my eye and realized that she was already staring at me from the corner of her eye. There was significant rage in her eyes. Something bad was about to happen. But, after all, she was a butterfly. What harm could a butterfly cause. I suddenly realized that line by Benedict Cumberbach in the movie, The Imitation Game, 'Sometimes, its the very people who no one imagines anything of who do the things no one can imagine'. Well, butterfly, in this context.
It was lunch time and she was ready for revenge. I was smart enough to invite one of my friends to lunch who hadn't bathed for 2 days, thus acting as a natural butterfly-repellent.
It was time for Tea. I am very particular about my Tea and I was super extra careful during that moment of peace.
After being unsuccessful for the last two attempts, I thought that she had realized that it is not worth the effort. Dinner time was Pizza time. We visited the famous pizza place, after all the plans were cancelled one after the other. I was beginning to believe that prior made plans and a lazy man(I am not a feminist) never work. Pizza was served. By this time, you guys would have realized that the first part is over and now is the time for climax.
According to the title, the butterfly should be on my pizza and that means that the butterfly would have somehow managed to travel all the way to this pizza place for her revenge (not to mention 35 candid poses for photo freaks on the way). Yes, the butterfly did managed to track me down to this place. I suspected a GPS device somewhere in my pocket, but I am no Nolan to develop that into a story. She was following me and thanks to the traffic, I was not fast enough for her to lose track of me.
I did not realize her presence till she settled her bottom on the 'Paneer' on my Pizza. She literally looked like a queen on a throne. She sat in a royal posture with one leg on the other and her wings flapping in slow motion. Our eyes met. We stared at each other and the moment was broken when my friend asked me to check out that girl on the farther corner of the place. Apparently, my friend was a girl-repellent. With so many empty chairs to choose, she chose the farther most one.
Back to the butterfly, she was calculating something. I guessed that she would be be recalling her plan for revenge but I soon realized that she was in a tiff as to who were more beautiful, herself or that girl on the far corner(Girls!). Simultaneously, I had thoughts as to if I were to approach that girl, how would I start and what words would I choose that would be most suitable and what if she says something negative, how would I react so as to look cool and what if she is interested, how would I continue the conversation. Should I flaunt my marks to impress her or should I flaunt my all new Nokia 3310 or maybe let her talk. I was in a tiff which soon turned into panic. Before I could realize that everything was in my mind and nothing had actually happened, the butterfly made her move. She flew to that girl and made her entrance to look like how a Miss World would make her appearance. The food was served to the girl. I challenged myself that there would be a war between the two souls, but instead, she was excited on the butterfly's appearance and transformed herself into a professional photographer, taking pictures from every angle possible.
I was happy that I did not approach her. I mean, only fools take pictures and waste time somewhere else when the food is served. She ignored the food. I did not imagine that. I couldn't bear the silly, lunatic, ridiculous and less-minded behavior of ignoring the food for something else. I finished my Pizza and thanked the butterfly for saving my day.
