Fire Flies

Camping is bliss for every child during vacation. The east wind had come marching over the daffodils growing in the forest. Me and my friends had gone to the forest for camping. We ventured deep into the forest by the wilderness and the flaura and fauna. The leaves were flying like butterflies. We all set up our tents and decided to make a fire. I went in search of firewood, while Nadya and Saira stayed back for preparation. The ropoody sound of the cuckoo birds, the humming of the honey bees enticed me so much that I went deep into the forest. All of a sudden I realized that, I had lost my way! And it made me feel obnoxious. Sweat dripped from my forehead making long streaks down my dusty face. I am not a boy who shugs a mug on a rainy day, I had lost my way. The croaking of the cricket and the call of the sicados frightened me. The dust was now slipping over the mountains. Tentacles of fear gripped me. I regreted not staying back with my friends. Every rock and tree looked the same. Sobs escaped my lips. I knew I would never reach home right at the time, when I was going turn up in for the night out of the blue. I saw a speck of light emerged from behind the trees. Hopes