There were three brother butterflies - Neeli, Peeli, and Lali. They were the most beautiful butterflies in the world, as well as best friends. Rangberangi, their mother, had taught them everything they knew. She taught them several things, but the most essential thing she said was: “to remember is that you must always rely on and support one another.”

“Even though you soar on tiny gossamer wings, you will be stronger than the Sun, Wind, and Rain combined. You're simply regular butterflies, weak and vulnerable on your own. As a result, never disappoint one another,” she added.

Neeli, Peeli, and Lali grew up and wanted to travel the globe, as any good fairytale character must. As a result, they ventured forth, encountering wonders they had never imagined were possible. They soared around restlessly, excited and laughing as if there was no tomorrow.

Then they were seen by a cruel, black cloud that was envious of their joy. "Let's see how faithful they are to each other," he chuckled to himself. "I'm going to put them to the test."

He started to pour. Neeli's wings, Peeli's wings, and Lali's wings were all soaked with wet, heavy wings, they soon found it impossible to fly. They shouted out, "We must find some refuge before our wings are harmed."

Red blossoms glistened on a Gulmohar tree. "Please, Gulmohar, let us take refuge among your flowers till the rain cloud passes."

"I can accept Lali, the red butterfly, since my flowers are red," Gulmohar explained. But I'm afraid I won't be able to take the other two."

"If you won't take in my brothers, I won't seek refuge here," Lali remarked fiercely. Peeli and Neeli attempted to persuade Lali to change his mind, but he refused.