They Are Colours, Not Punishments

Krishna opened the window in her room and let in a beam of light which kissed her face went back to its mother, the sun. She brushed the rose near the window against her face. Then she took a long smell and danced holding two ends of her birthday gift, her gown. She splashed some water against her face, bathed and danced in her room with her bathrobes on. Then she realised she was getting late for her birthday party and got ready. Krishna was a very beautiful soul, not a one from outside but from the heart. She had curly black hair which looked no less than the monsoon clouds. Her skin was dark brown coloured as if someone had poured melted dark chocolate on her skin. Her eyes seemed to be painted from some artist and her eyeballs seemed to have all greenery of the world, depth equal to thousands of oceans. She put on her gown and went down for her birthday party. Actually she was new to this family. Her own parents had abandoned her due to poverty and hoped that this family would give her a good upbringing. It was just a week back. This family consisted of a couple and their maid Salini. This couple had no children of their own and they accepted Krishna with utmost glee. It was her first birthday in this family and she was glad. Salini did hesitate at their first meet but Krishna befriended her quickly and they became like good sisters. Salini was a shy guy by nature so she hesitated. But today is her birthday !! No sorrows !!!!

She glided down the staircase. She saw many people awaiting her presence while many people disgusted to see that the adopted daughter of this rich couple was so ugly !!!! She understood all's feelings and spoke out loud, "Today is my birthday as you know and I have been very proud to be Mr and Mrs Chatterjee's daughter. Many people think why am I so ugly and unpleasant? Many people must be feeling sorry for me. But the ones who care for me are proud of my skin colour. I am proud of my skin colour myself... And today I have a beautiful rose in my hair bun !!! People must be thinking who gifted this beautiful rose to this ugly girl? A mother, my mother who has the utmost care for me, utmost love for me. I am my father's lovely daughter too. And I feel proud of the Lord who has considered me worthy of painting and moulding me into a blossoming soul with the colours of which he has bloomed. And I feel so proud to be his child too. The almighty who is the laughter of every life. The one and the whole of the World's Soul, Krishnn."