“Have you seen a firefly?”
“When I was about your age, I saw them during summers and late springs.”
“Where did you see them?”
“They were appeared around the neighbourhood during late evenings as the night started to fall. One could see them right in this park back then.”
“I saw them in a video. They are beautiful.”
“Yes. Watching them spread greenish-yellow light in blinking rhythm, while fly about is a beautiful experience.”
“Why did they leave? Did people scare them away?”
“Well, maybe they found a better place to spread their light in.”
“I would like to see them. Will you help me find where they went?”
“Of course, I will. Both of us will find out where they went and we will ask them to come back.”
The words of the mother hid her own genuine wish. A wish, partly to reconnect with joy of past and partly to reconnect with the presence of nature in daily life; something which the cityscape was slowly losing.
Meanwhile the little girl snuggled within the right arm of her mother. She had found something new to look forward to.
Early Morning Memories 
One response to “Effulgent”
Beautiful. You took me back to mid 1950s, we could once in a while see fireflies in our front yard.
The next I saw them was in 1964, when I went to Coochbehar in West Bengal, a small town and there fireflies were like hundreds. I so distinctly remember holding one delicately within my palms and when I let it go, it left behind a distinct stink in my hands. I was later told that this stink is in a way, a defence mechanism.
Now coming to your story, let me repeat : “I loved it!”
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