If I had to get a tattoo right now, it would be a butterfly. đŚ
Not because I have always loved butterflies.
Actually, I’m not even sure when this started.
People sometimes notice the butterfly on my bracelet.
Then they notice another one on my mangalsutra.
And then there is that little đŚ I keep using on my blog, in my posts, almost everywhere.
And that’s when they ask meâ
âWhy are you so obsessed with butterflies?â
The funny thing isâŚ
I don’t know.
I really don’t.
I never consciously chose the butterfly.
It somehow kept finding its way into my life.
Once, I even named a brand Titliyan with a few friends.
I don’t remember why I chose that name either.
I eventually had to leave it behind for personal reasons.
What I See in a Butterfly
Funny, isn’t it?
The name disappeared.
But the butterfly didn’t.
And maybe that’s when I started wondering whether there was something about this little creature that I was drawn to without even knowing why.
Because when I look at a butterfly, I don’t just see something pretty.
I see something I recognise.
Maybe it’s because I’ve always been someone who notices people.
Not just how they look.
What they carry.
The person who makes everyone laugh but is quietly going through something.
The woman who thinks she is ordinary but has an incredible strength.
Someone who doesn’t realise how kind they are.
Someone who has no idea that their presence makes a difference to other people.
I notice those things.
Maybe that’s why butterflies fascinate me.
Because a butterfly has absolutely no idea what we see.
She doesn’t know that someone might stop walking just to watch her.
She doesn’t know that her wings can make an ordinary afternoon beautiful.
She doesn’t know she’s beautiful.
She just is.
Maybe Thatâs Why I Love Her
And perhaps people are like that too.
Sometimes, we spend years trying to become something better, prettier, stronger, more successfulâŚ
while the people around us can already see something wonderful in us that we haven’t noticed yet.
And yes, I believe in the whole butterfly story too.
The caterpillar.
The cocoon.
The uncertainty.
The struggle.
The transformation.
The wings.
But what touches me isn’t only that she changes.
It’s that she becomes something beautiful without ever knowing how beautiful she has become.
Maybe that’s the part I understand.
Maybe that’s the part I love.
Or maybeâŚ
I’m simply a woman who has collected too many butterflies over the years and is now trying to find a philosophical explanation for it. đ
But if I ever get that tattoo, it won’t be because a butterfly has one fixed meaning.
It will be because, somehow, it has become a little piece of my story.
A reminder to notice beauty.
In people.
In life.
And perhaps, sometimes, in myself.
A reminder that I don’t have to know exactly where life is taking me.
A reminder that some of the most beautiful things about us may be things we haven’t discovered yet.
And perhaps, most importantlyâ
a reminder to keep my wings open, even when I don’t know where I’m going to fly.
So yes.
If I had to get a tattoo right nowâŚ
it would be a butterfly.
Maybe I’ve been choosing her all these years.
Or maybeâŚ
she’s been choosing me. đŚ
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Until The Next Whisper,
âRajeshwari đ§żđ
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