I grew up rolling and strolling with a handful of little wonders. One of them was the fireflies, the winged beetles that light up the dark lanes of the city suburb where I grew up. It was more of a village far away from the city's electricity distribution network and reach of city lights. I have fresh memories of rolling and playing on the grass-covered streets, watching random flights of fireflies on moonlight nights. Excitement would touch heights when you wake up in the middle of the night to find one or two inside the house, killing the darkness with their random luminescence. For some time, transparent polythene bags stuffed with caught fireflies used to be our torch lights. But we decided to give up the enjoyment of stuffing them in polythene bags after we realised we were making them suffer a lot. It was probably after an elderly man sprinkled wired the thought in our minds, "Just imagine how your mother will feel if someone stuffs you in a polythene packet like that!&q
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