A story- Dreams

I am a keen observer of things and I like to write stories based on what I see around me. Once when I had been to a fair, I saw a young boy selling bright colorful balloons. If things had gone right for him, he should have been actually playing with them instead of trying to sell them. This sight left me highly disturbed and this resulted in the birth of this story. May God fulfill the dreams of every child. May this world be more kind towards our little flowers.


Raj looked at the bunch of colorful balloons and his heart leapt with joy. He lovingly touched the money in his pocket with which the balloons were going to become his. He could not believe his luck when his mother had given him money in the morning and asked him to buy a dozen of balloons. There was a long queue before the balloon seller. Raj wondered why the children in the queue were so dull and unhappy. They were here after all to buy colorful balloons.

As the queue moved forward, his mind raced backwards. Raj belonged to a family of eight. He went to the local school along with his siblings. He loved going to the school everyday. He enjoyed being with his friends the whole day. His teachers were very kind and most importantly his school offered him free lunch. Another important reason why he loved school was because it gave him a chance to escape the grim environment at home. His mother was always grumpy and complaining. His father was always away at work and whenever he was home, he was sleeping and was not to be disturbed.
Raj brushed away his thoughts. Today was a special day. It was his birthday. His mother had been unusually kind to him. She had given him money to buy balloons and here he was. Now was Raj’s turn and he happily selected twelve vibrant and colorful balloons. He held the balloons tightly and sang all the way home. How jealous his friends would be if they saw him holding twelve balloons. Raj could still not believe his luck. His mother was waiting for him near his house. She yelled at him, “Raj, hurry up! Go to the market and sell the balloons for Re.1 each. And don’t dare come home with unsold balloons”. Raj’s balloons remained intact but his heart had burst already.