The Little Princess and the Colorful Butterflies
By Diponkar Chanda, Ontario, Canada
No one remembered the name of the kingdom anymore, but it did exist, a long ago!
Far, far away, nestled close to a forest, there was a tiny village, and it was the seat of this kingdom. There was a palace as well; but not like the ones in our big cities.
This palace was very different. Its walls were made of straw and clay, it had a thatched roof, and it stood gently beneath the sky, like a well-kept secret.
In this palace lived a little princess with her ancient grandmother.
One sunny morning in spring, when a sweet breeze was blowing, birds were chirping joyfully, and flowers bloomed in every corner of the yard, the little princess woke up.
She rubbed her eyes, looked out the window, and noticed something—their little walls didn’t seem as colorful as the world outside.
The trees wore fresh green dresses. The flowers in the meadows sparkled with red, yellow, pink, and purple. Even the butterflies danced in colors—too bright and too many to name them here!
Pale Swallowtail Butterfly. Photo by Herb Everett, Oregon.
The princess longed to bring those colors into their home, their palace.
And she knew, like everyone else in the kingdom, that the true owners of all the colors were those beautiful butterflies.
So, the little princess wanted to catch one. But she was far too little.
No one else was home, so she turned to her granny. Now, her granny was like eighty or a hundred years old, or maybe even more. Nobody really knew how old she was. She was the oldest person in the whole kingdom. And, she was certainly far too old to run after those butterflies!
What could they do?
The old woman thought for a moment. Then she searched the hut carefully—every corner, every pouch, every pot.
Finally, she found something she was searching for, a little fistful of sunflower seeds. She smiled.
Granny stepped outside into the wide, sleepy yard. With her slow, gentle feet, she planted the seeds in tidy rows and began to care for them. She watered them every day, with all the love in her heart.
Days passed. Little by little, green shoots appeared. Then leaves. Then came tall, strong stems.
And then one morning, a thousand sunflowers bloomed across the yard—each one like a small sun, shining with golden joy.
Granny didn’t need to chase butterflies anymore.
The butterflies came to them—fluttering, dancing, and painting the air with their beautiful colors.
And you know what?
Monarch Butterfly. Photo by Ted Rose, Indiana.
They shared their colors generously. And from then, true beauty arouse on the boundless canvas of nature—born from careful sharing.
And the little palace also sparkled with butterfly colors—reds, oranges, blues, and purples that no brush could ever copy.
Not just the tiny palace, but also the little princess herself sparkled with those attractive colors.
Her smile shone with every color of the butterflies.
And from that day on, little princess learned that true beauty grows many-fold when we share it with everyone, with profound care.
Diponkar Chanda is an emerging writer based in greater Toronto area of Canada. Originally from Bangladesh, he writes stories and poetry that bridge cultures, languages, and imagination. English is not his first language, and he brings the rhythm and depth of his native Bangla (also known as the Bengali) language into his storytelling.