Rahul was fast asleep when his mother secretly slipped into his room and inserted a pack of crayons into his school bag.
It was still early morning and Rahul was already out of his bed. It was his 7 th birthday and he was excited about it. After a quick bath and breakfast he hurried to school with his box of chocolates dangling along.
The class sang the birthday song and sweets were distributed.
With in an hour he got immersed with lessons.
The crayons were very excited from morning awaiting their turn to please Rahul with their splash of colours and imaginations. There was this blue crayon boasting of its capacity to bring to life a blue sky and blue ocean. Green crayon tried to cut in and said" I have a better way to work out more green in to my tiny world. Green leaves, green apples, green forests....". Hearing the Green reeling out,
the Yellow crayon snapped. " Hallo, only I can make any drawing more colourful with flowers like sunflower, marigold and bright sun and butterflies.."
The red crayon listening to these, pitched in and humbly said,"As any other clour I can also make the pictures colourful with red apples red roses and tomatos so on."
While they were talking like these , Black and White crayons were keeping mum and looking sad.
" I am sparsely used and my brother White has more reason to be sad. He is never used. as the white paper stays white even if he clours it." Said Black.
" why are we included in this crayon pack ?" Cried Black and White.
All the other clours became very touched by this.
The Blue said,
"Oh Black you are the one who highlights our colour with your outline and White, it is you who lighten our colour and make us more beautiful." We all depend on you two more than any thing."
Hearing this both Black and White brimmed with pride and thanked the other colours.
How nice it was to feel important?
White said, " Ok, but now how can we show our talent unless Rahul takes us out to draw?"
The pack became silent, filled with confusion.
It was already past midnight . Rahul had a dream where all the world was looking grey and clourless. No blue sky .No green leaves .No yellow sun. And roses were looking dull and colourless.
It was a sight of boring plants ,animals and birds waiting for some miraculous splash of colours to happen.
And in the midst of this scene Rahul saw a tiny box of crayons hidden in side some dried dull grey leaves.
He touched the box.And like magic the colours danced and painted the world with wonderful stream of hues.
Suddenly he woke up from his dream and remembered his mother's gift.
He could not wait to bring his dream true. He digged into his school bag and brought the crayon pack out. His touch brought the colours to life. And a riot of colours filled the paper. The world of Rahul
became beautiful thanks to a pack of crayons. The crayons thanked Rahul in their hearts for bringing the best of them out. And there was no dull moment then on for them.
It was still early morning and Rahul was already out of his bed. It was his 7 th birthday and he was excited about it. After a quick bath and breakfast he hurried to school with his box of chocolates dangling along.
The class sang the birthday song and sweets were distributed.
With in an hour he got immersed with lessons.
The crayons were very excited from morning awaiting their turn to please Rahul with their splash of colours and imaginations. There was this blue crayon boasting of its capacity to bring to life a blue sky and blue ocean. Green crayon tried to cut in and said" I have a better way to work out more green in to my tiny world. Green leaves, green apples, green forests....". Hearing the Green reeling out,
the Yellow crayon snapped. " Hallo, only I can make any drawing more colourful with flowers like sunflower, marigold and bright sun and butterflies.."
The red crayon listening to these, pitched in and humbly said,"As any other clour I can also make the pictures colourful with red apples red roses and tomatos so on."
While they were talking like these , Black and White crayons were keeping mum and looking sad.
" I am sparsely used and my brother White has more reason to be sad. He is never used. as the white paper stays white even if he clours it." Said Black.
" why are we included in this crayon pack ?" Cried Black and White.
All the other clours became very touched by this.
The Blue said,
"Oh Black you are the one who highlights our colour with your outline and White, it is you who lighten our colour and make us more beautiful." We all depend on you two more than any thing."
Hearing this both Black and White brimmed with pride and thanked the other colours.
How nice it was to feel important?
White said, " Ok, but now how can we show our talent unless Rahul takes us out to draw?"
The pack became silent, filled with confusion.
It was already past midnight . Rahul had a dream where all the world was looking grey and clourless. No blue sky .No green leaves .No yellow sun. And roses were looking dull and colourless.
It was a sight of boring plants ,animals and birds waiting for some miraculous splash of colours to happen.
And in the midst of this scene Rahul saw a tiny box of crayons hidden in side some dried dull grey leaves.
He touched the box.And like magic the colours danced and painted the world with wonderful stream of hues.
Suddenly he woke up from his dream and remembered his mother's gift.
He could not wait to bring his dream true. He digged into his school bag and brought the crayon pack out. His touch brought the colours to life. And a riot of colours filled the paper. The world of Rahul
became beautiful thanks to a pack of crayons. The crayons thanked Rahul in their hearts for bringing the best of them out. And there was no dull moment then on for them.
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Thanks for fulfilling your promise. Please continue this great journey.
Cheers
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