There was a beautiful butterfly with brightly coloured wings. It used to roam around the jungle one flower to anther flower flapping its wonderful wings. The beauty of wild flowers attracted it so much that it forgot its own beauty. It was too busy to think also, but it never felt tired. After the sun set, it used to fall into sleep and whole night it used to dream about those beautiful flowers. The attraction of the flower used to wake it up before the sun. The days were amazing. But one day the whole jungle was set into the fire, even the butterfly could not survive.
After the death of it became a star. A glistering star. The brightness of it's wings became the lustre of the star. It was so bright that every one could separate it from others. The people in earth used to look at the sky and used to say " oh my God, look at the star ". Every one used to point it out. It was the first time when it became conscious about its own beauty. It was once used to busy roaming around the whole day become happy to be clam stay in a place for long, started to enjoy its star life. But one day the supernova happened and the start fell.
It felled into the a ocean and deep down to the one of the darkest part of it. Where no light could every reach, completely dark. There was no one to see, no one to point him out. where it becomes an Oyster, a lonely Oyster with the most beautiful and precious Pearl within. The brightness of it's wing, the lustre of the star turned into the beauty of the pearl.
The journey continues.......