A Journey to the Stars

One day little Vishnu was playing all by himself in the lovely garden adjacent to their house. It was all bright sunny day. The sky was clear. The cool breeze was flowing like a majestic river. The little birds were chriping on the nearby pine trees. He was busy running around trying to catch the beautiful butterflies that were flying in the garden. Sometimes a small butterfly with shining wings would sit on the petals of the rose flower as if unaware of Vishnu's presence. The naughty Vishnu would think that the butterfly was not noticing him. He would slowly walk upto the rose plant. Just as his little palm and fingers would come close to touching the dotted wings, the butterfly would fly away! He would be left thinking as to why he was not able to outwit the butterfly. Finally, he gave up chasing the butterflies. He sat down in the shade of a small tree. He looked upwards towards the sky. He saw white clouds passing by. He started counting them, ".One, two, three, four, f