My friend captured a very important part of this person’s life and I am thankful to God I got to read it. It’s very important to realize that even if society injures the soul inside preserves it…
A student, on discovering a drawing on the white board, raises the eraser with one hand to erase the colours out of existence, this drawing of a butterfly, with wings teeming with inscriptions, perched on a twirling leaf.
He looks at me, “I will erase this,” and brings the eraser closer to the drawing.
“You can,” I reply, “It’s only ink on white board.”
He stops midway—“No, this is beautiful,” and leaves the spot without erasing the artwork.
What happened to this child who has often torn papers, ruined artworks in the face of rules and behaviour management techniques? What happened?
Could it be that on facing the enormous potential of his action and the transience of the world around him, this confluence of action-that-enacts-responsibility and perception-that-defies-permanence roused in him the sublime passing of beauty?