My Little Wonders - I
I grew up rolling and strolling through a world filled with little wonders. Among them were the fireflies—those winged beetles that lit up the dark lanes of the suburban town where I spent my childhood. It was more of a village, untouched by the city's electricity network and beyond the reach of its bright lights. I still have vivid memories of running and playing on the grass-covered streets, watching fireflies drift through the moonlit night. The excitement would peak when I woke up in the middle of the night to find one or two glowing softly inside the house, breaking the darkness with their flickering luminescence. For a time, my friends and I would catch them and stuff them into transparent polythene bags, turning them into makeshift lanterns. But that joy faded when an elderly man planted a thought in our young minds: "Imagine how your mother would feel if someone trapped you in a plastic bag like that!" The guilt struck deep, and we abandoned our harmless but thoug...