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Every childhood is a memory of a lifetime full of joys, laughter, cheers and mesmerizing moments. no worries about what you are wearing, what you are saying, where are you playing,all that matters at the end of the day are the memories captured.My childhood was also full of all of it like every one else except one thing "Color". Why I am putting this word in inverted you will understand as you read it completely. Unlike every child i was blessed with the best parents in the world who loved me so dearly that irrespective of all the troubles and health issues all my needs were well taken care of. I was sent to the best school in the city in order to give me the best education. For fruitful nurturing my parents left no stone unturned. While growing up I was taken aback when for the first time I was not asked to be a part of various gatherings due to some reason or the other but it didn't affected me much because my parents would cover up the loss.But gradually my interactions with the immediate society was not very unpleasing.I became a corner stand in the house which is there but not an active part of it. As the days passed I managed to add colors to my life of friendship,love, care and togetherness but still they were faded and lacked the brightness which they naturally hold. I used to wonder why is there this kind of dis colorization in and around me all the time. Poor me, I was too small to understand these big notions of human minds. I was always taught to like the people the way they are and I always appreciated the people by there fake colors (that I realized later) which were all glittery and bright. People called me names and I considered as part of the prank during games as that's what friends are for....aren't they?. My bubble busted when I faced the reality as it was and it shook me through and through. While looking for colors in others I never realized that I also had a color and people didn't appreciate it much. This color was BLACK... which out of all things I held in me they only noticed.I was made to believe that it's my destiny to be like that and that it's not what is going to be accepted by the society like for ever. I was disheartened and broke and I was full of despair and loss. Everything just started popping up since my birth till date, all those denials for parties and racist behavior of other as fate. I held this in my heart and never shared it with others not even my parents but the degrading eyes of the society pushed me a little everyday into that pit. My siblings, friends and some very close people at that time never understood the scream hidden in my silence. It was so hard to overcome that burden of fears and so difficult to stop the drowning tears. I lost hope and felt that unwavering tremor...cause all they saw in me was just a color.
Every childhood is a memory of a lifetime full of joys, laughter, cheers and mesmerizing moments. no worries about what you are wearing, what you are saying, where are you playing,all that matters at the end of the day are the memories captured.My childhood was also full of all of it like every one else except one thing "Color". Why I am putting this word in inverted you will understand as you read it completely. Unlike every child i was blessed with the best parents in the world who loved me so dearly that irrespective of all the troubles and health issues all my needs were well taken care of. I was sent to the best school in the city in order to give me the best education. For fruitful nurturing my parents left no stone unturned. While growing up I was taken aback when for the first time I was not asked to be a part of various gatherings due to some reason or the other but it didn't affected me much because my parents would cover up the loss.But gradually my interactions with the immediate society was not very unpleasing.I became a corner stand in the house which is there but not an active part of it. As the days passed I managed to add colors to my life of friendship,love, care and togetherness but still they were faded and lacked the brightness which they naturally hold. I used to wonder why is there this kind of dis colorization in and around me all the time. Poor me, I was too small to understand these big notions of human minds. I was always taught to like the people the way they are and I always appreciated the people by there fake colors (that I realized later) which were all glittery and bright. People called me names and I considered as part of the prank during games as that's what friends are for....aren't they?. My bubble busted when I faced the reality as it was and it shook me through and through. While looking for colors in others I never realized that I also had a color and people didn't appreciate it much. This color was BLACK... which out of all things I held in me they only noticed.I was made to believe that it's my destiny to be like that and that it's not what is going to be accepted by the society like for ever. I was disheartened and broke and I was full of despair and loss. Everything just started popping up since my birth till date, all those denials for parties and racist behavior of other as fate. I held this in my heart and never shared it with others not even my parents but the degrading eyes of the society pushed me a little everyday into that pit. My siblings, friends and some very close people at that time never understood the scream hidden in my silence. It was so hard to overcome that burden of fears and so difficult to stop the drowning tears. I lost hope and felt that unwavering tremor...cause all they saw in me was just a color.
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