Poultry squirrels used to live in Nandan forest. The poultry squirrel was very honest and very hardworking. She used to work with Sher Singh, the king of the jungle, Sher Singh promised to give her 10 sacks of walnuts. That is why squirrels used to do their work with dedication and hard work. She used to work a lot too many times to please Sher Singh, she was happy that her boss would give her 10 sack walnuts which she would enjoy and would live comfortably all her life. Kutkut would come to work on time every day and would come back after doing all the work, many times she used to get tired while working, she would think that she should take some rest but then suddenly she would start working again if the nut was taken care of. Sometimes, while working, she would see her friends playing squirrels, having fun, even if she would like to play with friends and have fun, but as soon as she remembered the nut, she would start working again in greed. ...
This black color. There was a girl who was a jolly person. She did not know that her black color would give her such a big punishment.
All in her house were very beautiful and fair including her father and mother.His father's mother used to call him badluck again and again because of her black colour .Her siblings were treated more good than her .
Her parents used to give that girl a lot of work. If there was anything wrong in her family, the girl was blamed for it (BLACK COLOUR BAD LUCK).
That girl was starting to feel that her family does not love her. Then that girl ignited all the gossip and starded studying a lot. She topped class 12 .When she showed her result to beloved father, he did not even say a word .
She cried a lot. Even then she did not miss her studies. He again got good marks in her college . Girl used to think that I am so good, in my studies and my siblings are so useless, Even then my father and Mummy didn't love my why ? (Black colour). That girl thought to die many times.Once on the road, my father and I were going and the bus attacked from the front
I pushed my father and I was hit by the bus.
I was admitted in hospital till one month .
When my eyes opened, my father was sitting near me and he started crying.
I asked my father why are you crying ?
He said sorry beta
I have done worng with you.I have never supported you. I always differentiated between blacks and whites. At last he said i proud of you my child. She hugged her father .
MORAL OF THE STORY :
Please dont differentiate black and white colour of a person . Judge a person by his or her talent not from a colour. Beauty is in the heart not in the face
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