a fairy tale...

When I was a kid, I used to love the fairies and their tales as all other kids do. Usually grandfather or grandmother are the ones who paint the child's mind with such colorful stories but my case was different. My grandparents used to tell us the spiritual stories,Ramayana,Mahabharat, a field in which they were expert.
I used to read the fairy stories from various books and magazines. I still remember joining letters then forming the words and then recollecting all the words with great difficulty to ultimately read one sentence.But I loved it this way only. Reading stories by yourself opens before you the great opportunities to imagine things, specially when your reading speed is slow. The fairies used to help the poor honest kids or the ones who lost their parents and also sometimes the princes to help them find their princesses.

Slowly and slowly as the time passed, science books kept on creeping in our school bags.They taught us to question things and find reasons. I think I rather quickly adapted this scientific temper. My family members keep on telling me stories how I used to irritate them with my questions on all damn things.With such an attitude I easily figured out that nothing like fairy world exists.I remember how my interest shifted from stories to scientific literature or books.

Years passed and these fairies remained out of my life. Then there came a time when I started realizing the real face of this world- the poverty, the starvation, homelessness.I started feeling that its more important to focus on these problems then on scientific ones and I was amazed to know that there are many people in this world doing that, living their life to help others. I saw in them the same angel or fairy which Nandan & Champak used to tell us in stories.People loved them like we loved our fairies. I remember when I was about 5 or 6 years old, one day I was going somewhere with my father. A group of people was coming from the opposite side weeping and crying loudly. My father stopped them and asked what happened? They told Mother Teresa has left the world.My father was also very shocked and I could clearly note the changes in his expressions. I dont know why I still remember this. That day I was'nt able to understand why these people were crying. But later when I grew up and studied about the great lady, everything was clear to me.

People like Mother Teresa are the fairies of this world. They dont have those wings or supernatural beauty but have all the love which they shower on the needy. I consider every single person as a fairy/angel who has a heart for others, who thinks for improving the situation of the poor and the needy.

Fairies exist, not with beautiful wings but with beautiful hearts having tonnes and tonnes of love in it!!