The Rainbow Within- by Madhumita
Meera's main character trait is curiosity. She questions the world around her, particularly about her own identity and appearance, which drives the story forward. Her curiosity leads her to explore, learn, and ultimately embrace her uniqueness in a fun and creative way. This trait makes her relatable and engaging for young readers.
Meera loved her crayons. She had a box of 64 colors and used every single one to create her masterpieces. There was just one color she didn’t like—brown. - Brown is boring, Meera declared one day, holding up the crayon. - Not bright like red or shiny like gold.
Meera looked at her arms, then at the crayon. - Why do I have to be so… brown? She marched into the living room, where Amma was fixing the clock. - Amma, why am I brown? Meera asked, her voice a mixture of curiosity and frustration.
Amma looked up and smiled. - Because brown is strong and steady, like the gears in this clock. - But gears aren’t fun, Meera pouted. - Not fun? Amma raised an eyebrow. - Without them, the clock wouldn’t work, and you’d miss snack time.
Still unsatisfied, Meera wandered into the kitchen where Appa was cooking payasam. - Why am I brown, Appa? she asked. Appa smiled and handed her a spoonful of payasam. - Because brown is delicious, like jaggery and coffee, he explained.
At school, Meera was feeling grumpy. During art class, her friend Priya peeked at her painting. - Why are all the people pink? Priya asked. - Because pink is pretty, Meera replied. Priya frowned. - What about me? I’m not pink.
Meera looked around the room. Everyone had different skin tones—peachy, caramel, cinnamon, coffee, and more. None of them were pink! When she got home, she picked up the brown crayon and stared at it. - Brown, she whispered, is jaggery, gears, and Priya… and me.
The next day, Meera came to school with a giant sheet of paper. - Everyone, let’s make a skin-color rainbow! she announced. - What’s that? asked Ramesh. - We’ll each draw a stripe in our own skin color, Meera explained.
The kids cheered. Meera handed out crayons—peach, beige, caramel, cinnamon, coffee, golden, and more. One by one, they drew their stripes. At the end, they stood back to admire the rainbow. It wasn’t like any rainbow Meera had seen before—it was even better.
- This is so cool! Priya said. Ramesh nodded. - We’re all different, but we’re all part of the same rainbow. Meera grinned. She looked down at her brown crayon and held it up proudly.
- Brown isn’t boring, she declared. - Brown is bold, bright, and beautiful—just like me! From that day on, Meera never skipped her brown crayon. In fact, she started using it more than any other color. After all, she was just right.
Meera loved her crayons. She had a box of 64 colors and used every single one to create her masterpieces. There was just one color she didn’t like—brown. - Brown is boring, Meera declared one day, holding up the crayon. - Not bright like red or shiny like gold.
Meera looked at her arms, then at the crayon. - Why do I have to be so… brown? She marched into the living room, where Amma was fixing the clock. - Amma, why am I brown? Meera asked, her voice a mixture of curiosity and frustration.
Amma looked up and smiled. - Because brown is strong and steady, like the gears in this clock. - But gears aren’t fun, Meera pouted. - Not fun? Amma raised an eyebrow. - Without them, the clock wouldn’t work, and you’d miss snack time.
Still unsatisfied, Meera wandered into the kitchen where Appa was cooking payasam. - Why am I brown, Appa? she asked. Appa smiled and handed her a spoonful of payasam. - Because brown is delicious, like jaggery and coffee, he explained.
At school, Meera was feeling grumpy. During art class, her friend Priya peeked at her painting. - Why are all the people pink? Priya asked. - Because pink is pretty, Meera replied. Priya frowned. - What about me? I’m not pink.
Meera looked around the room. Everyone had different skin tones—peachy, caramel, cinnamon, coffee, and more. None of them were pink! When she got home, she picked up the brown crayon and stared at it. - Brown, she whispered, is jaggery, gears, and Priya… and me.
The next day, Meera came to school with a giant sheet of paper. - Everyone, let’s make a skin-color rainbow! she announced. - What’s that? asked Ramesh. - We’ll each draw a stripe in our own skin color, Meera explained.
The kids cheered. Meera handed out crayons—peach, beige, caramel, cinnamon, coffee, golden, and more. One by one, they drew their stripes. At the end, they stood back to admire the rainbow. It wasn’t like any rainbow Meera had seen before—it was even better.
- This is so cool! Priya said. Ramesh nodded. - We’re all different, but we’re all part of the same rainbow. Meera grinned. She looked down at her brown crayon and held it up proudly.
- Brown isn’t boring, she declared. - Brown is bold, bright, and beautiful—just like me! From that day on, Meera never skipped her brown crayon. In fact, she started using it more than any other color. After all, she was just right.
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