Black boy And balloon seller

Once there was a small black boy. Everybody would tease him for his black colour. Even his mother also would curse her fate that she had so ugly looking child. Due to all this, he used to feel very sad, disappointed and lifeless.

One fine day he was standing by his window looking at other children playing in the ground. Then he saw a balloon seller on a street corner. His eyes sparkled as he gazed at all the different coloured balloons - red, blue, white, green, yellow. The colourful balloons in the sky fascinated him so much that he rushed down the ground and stood near the balloon seller for hours.

The old man selling the balloons saw the boy hesitate, then gather his courage and approach. "Tell me mister," said the boy, "Do the black balloons fly as high as the others?" The old man felt a tear forming in his eye. He picked the boy up, sat him on his knee and said, "Look."

He let go off all the balloons. They drifted up in a cluster, higher and higher into the blue sky, until they were so high they disappeared.

"Did you see that?" the balloon seller asked.

"Yes," said the boy.

"Did the black balloons fly as high as the others?"

"Yes, Mister, they did."

"You see my boy, the balloons are like people. The important thing isn't their colour, or what they look like on the outside. Rather, the important thing is what's inside. And what's inside you, makes all the difference in life."