The nostalgic feel where I do remember getting inspired by a belle, with her color and the way she fly . It was a fine mrng i was in a call on the bridge connecting parallel buildings, where I found two beautiful. ironically, instead of being elated on their visit, happening of the last few weeks haunted me. I wish to hold them but they were excited on flying soo... High without any hindrance. During the nightfall when I was out for a break with my colleagues I found one in the bridge which has bitten the dust . I took it down, and left it on the plant. It did not give me any sign of life within. as soon as I entered the door of the building I found another one which was holding its last breath. On that single day we found five of them. In which the fairy near the door got back it's life. I had a guilt feel that there would have been several people who would have crossed the belle in the bridge but y didn't no one noticed and took time to leave it out. V can't help the entire world and make it a better place rather we can lend hands to those which catches our vision .these butterflies are excited on seeing the high buildings and glass facets but they don't knw it could be there last happiness.