Those butterfly catching days

Yah, let us start from where I had left last time... I was writing about my childhood days and the school in which I studied for the first few years of my schooling. These were nice days of life. I dont remember much about those days but still whenever i think about those days, i always feel great about it. may be it brings back those emotional simplicity which i lost as i grew up. We were having lots of fun those days. I was very fond of catching butterflies and a small insect called 'gunjar poka' during the rainy season. There were red insect called 'sadhab bohu' and they walked on the new green grass behind our school field in rainy season. I dont see them any more these days as i live in a jungle of concrete. But they must be around in small innocent corner of some village of Orissa. and some little boys must be playing with them now ! where are those golden days gone !! We use to catch the gunjar poka and wind a thread around it and keep them in a small tin box. In fact i had a tin box in which i kept my books, all the prize catches and all possible mischieves together at that age.
Naughtiness came naturally to my gang and one day we decided to go in an expedition to catch the 'gunjar poka'. But we had our school bags and we need to take good care of them. I think it was the plan of the tallest one among us called 'Kabu"to hide the boxes beneath the sands which were supposed to be used for construction work in 'munu's house. So all of us were happy with the brilliant idea and escaped the school to come back in the afternoon to find that we are caught. Munu's uncle... Ramesh uncle who was supervising the consutruction work could find out the boxes ! and when we came back happily from the expedition, we could find the boxes standing like orphan children and being testimony to our misdeed. I still remember how bad we were looking on that day in front of Ramesh uncle... after some years when i went back to do my graduation and got reunited to my old friends in BSC class, I had the same sense of guilt whenever I met Ramesh uncle.
More than what we did in those days I still remember the moments that we spent with my friends. I was writing about the friends of my class and particularly the girls in my batch.. Maay be I will write about them when I get time and may be you will love to read the stroies of my teenage friends