Fairies Turned Butterflies (Fairy Tale) : Karamjit Singh Gathwala

Once upon a time, in the enchanted realm of Fairyland, seven lovely fairies decided to visit the Earth. Fairyland is a place where only magic, joy, and pure laughter live. There is no sorrow, no noise, no tears—only peace. Yet the fairies had often heard tales of Earth’s beauty. So one day they said, “Let us go and see this wondrous world!”

Down to Earth they came, and the moment they arrived, they stood astonished.

All around them stretched lush green fields. Tall trees swayed proudly, gardens bloomed with flowers of every color, streams murmured as they flowed, the sky glowed a soft blue, mountain peaks sparkled in the sun, and golden wheat danced in the open fields. Earth was truly breathtaking.

Everywhere the fairies looked, something new and marvellous delighted their eyes. Animals leapt across the meadows, birds sang sweet songs, and clouds drifted lazily across the sky.

Among all this beauty, one garden captivated the fairies most. Its flowers were so bright and fragrant that the fairies could not look away. Butterflies—vivid, delicate, glimmering—fluttered all around them. Watching them, the fairies felt a sudden urge to play.

So they cast a spell—and turned themselves into butterflies!

Now they too had glimmering wings: one blue, one red, one yellow, another green. They perched on flowers, hummed merrily, fluttered high, and swayed upon leaves like tiny swings.

Day after day they returned to the same garden, becoming butterflies each time. It became their delightful routine—come to Earth, become butterflies, and dance among the blossoms.

One day, a little boy named Harjodh came to the garden. He was sweet, curious, and full of wonder. As he played among the flowers, he noticed a particularly beautiful butterfly—the very one that was in truth a fairy, the loveliest of the seven, with wings that sparkled brighter than the rest.

Without thinking, Harjodh reached out and caught her.

The fairy-butterfly trembled with fear. “What if he never lets me go?” she thought. “How will I return to Fairyland?” But she could not speak—she was still in butterfly form.

Yet Harjodh felt as though the butterfly’s eyes were trying to tell him something. He looked closely and asked softly,

“Do you want to be free?”

The butterfly gently fluttered her wings as if saying yes.

Harjodh understood. Smiling tenderly, he said,

“Go on then, little butterfly. You should always be free.”

The moment he opened his hand, the butterfly soared into the air. After flying a little while, she created a shimmering circle of light in the sky—one that slowly faded into the heavens.

That night, Harjodh had the most wondrous dream.

The same butterfly appeared before him, but now she was no butterfly—she was a radiant fairy! Her long hair flowed like moonlight, her wings shimmered like stars, and her smile warmed his heart.

“Harjodh,” she said gently, “you set me free, so I have come to give you a special gift.”

In the blink of an eye, she lifted him into the air with her magic. Together they flew along a sparkling path to the kingdom of the fairies—Fairyland.

Everything there glowed with enchantment.

Flowers shone in rainbow colors, lakes gleamed with sweet water, and fairies drifted like living stardust across the skies. The fairy offered Harjodh magical fruits—sweet mangoes, juicy pineapples, and enchanted apples unlike anything he had ever tasted.

Then she gave him a cup of milk—pure white and shimmering.
With the first sip, Harjodh felt as though he could fly.
It was no ordinary milk; it was like nectar itself.

He played, danced, and sang with the fairies for what felt like hours, until the fairy said,
“Now you must return. But remember this: whenever you set someone free or help another being, we fairies will always be with you.”

Harjodh awoke in his own bed. For a moment he wondered if it had only been a dream—until he noticed a radiant feather beside his pillow. It was the same feather the fairy had worn when she was a butterfly.

He understood then: it had all been real.

From that day onward, Harjodh visited the garden daily—not to catch butterflies, but to admire them, hum with them, and smile their way.

For he now knew—
within every butterfly, a fairy might be hiding.

Moral : To give another their freedom is the greatest gift. Through kindness and compassion, we discover true magic.