What Inside Matters...

He came to check whether his six year old daughter has fallen asleep. He felt a shadow of sadness over her face. He asked his little princess, the reason. 
Her reply was a question. Dad, why my skin looks so black? She was having a great complex over her dark complexion. He sat next to her and told a meaningful story as a reply. 

Once upon a time, a big festival happened in a small village. There a balloon seller was selling hydrogen filled balloons. He was attracting the children gathered by leaving the colorful hydrogen balloon to fly in the air. All children surrounded him to buy those beautiful balloons of their favorite colors. Some bought red, some pink, some yellow...green...blue... but a black boy stood looking the seller. The balloon seller asks that black boy- “What are you looking for?". The black boy asked in a kind way "Can that black one also fly". Then that balloon seller took a black balloon filled it with air and made it to fly. The boy seemed very happy on seeing that and his eyes were filled with tears of joy. Then the balloon seller replied- "It is not the color of the balloon which made it fly but the thing present inside does everything".

Then he added "Dear, it is not only the case with the balloon, but with you, me and every people in this world. What inside matters the most…".


-Athira M. K.

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