The Little boy was looking at a brand new crayon box with timid eyes. The happiness in his six-year-old eyes was even deeper than the oblivion of space. But there was a deep curiosity, he turned the box and looked at the price, “249" it read. He knew he can’t have one of his own; his father was already doing two jobs - driver during the day and watchman at night, to pay for his school fees and studies. All of a sudden, all that happiness and curiosity were overshadowed by a pinch of sadness. His best friend, the owner of the crayon box, realized this sadness. He uttered with his innocent voice “You can have it, I will ask my father to get me another one.” The little boy was deeply moved as if he wanted to hear these words. He was overjoyed by this friendship bond but instead, he replied “It’s ok… I will use yours to draw”. The day ended, but the little boy couldn’t stop thinking about the crayon box, his love for colors was vibrant in his eyes.
Next Morning, everything was the same as usual. The little boy woke up, got ready and went to school. To his utter surprise and happiness, he found the same crayon box on his desk with a little note “draw as much as you like.” He looked at his best friend, tears of happiness rolled from his eyes, he knew it was him; he said: “Thank you, my friend.” To his great surprise, his friend replied: “It’s not me.” While the little boy was wondering about the mysterious Gifter, there was a smile of content on the face of the Art Teacher.
Written by Soumit 'The Top' Nath
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