In cold nights, Ruskin Bond keeps my little heart warm
"In a small garden somewhere is a tall creeper winding its way up a wall of ivy. A butterfly has been flitting back and forth to that creeper.
Elsewhere there is war, death, hunger, suffering and cruelty. But none of that pervades this solitary garden. Here there is peace and life and beauty! So it shall be long after the depressing headlines of the day’s newspaper have faded from a fickle memory.
And when all the wars are done, a butterfly will still be beautiful."
