A dark drama over a fairytale!

“Not again!” She screamed. 

“Even this useless face pack didn’t work!” Her dismay rolling down her cheeks leaving a wet imprint like that of the trail left behind a snail.

The whole day was spent on the internet searching for some other product to remodel her world from a dark drama into a fairytale. 

Yes, she was tan! Not because of the sun but because of being the daughter of the son of a dark or rather beautifully dark complexioned woman. It was embedded in her genes. She wanted to change. She didn’t like the way she was? No. She wanted others to like her. No matter whatever she had to do to receive that mere compliance. 

Despite of her sharp nose, perfectly radiant eyes and beautifully carved lips, alongwith her smart brain and poised body, she couldn’t get her dream job of an air-hostess as being white coloured was a potent factor.

She was everything but fair. Nobody noticed the soul which was the purest of them all. They judged her, she judged herself too. The proceedings resulted into her being condemned to lifelong prison in her own dingy darkness. 

Why? Why do we have to decide the fate of a person just by making the colour of the skin, the shape of the body or the religion the pith of our perception? Everyone talks about equality but fail to fathom it. 

People’s appearance should not be the measure of their worth; we all are way more than that. 

Stop remaking yourself into someone else, instead, find your true self in what you aesthetically are and fall for yourself platonically!