In a vibrant Indian village nestled between lush green fields and colorful houses, there lived a curious crow named Kavi. One day, Kavi noticed that the other animals and children around him were so lively and colorful—dancing in bright saris, playing with painted pots, and flying kites with rainbow ribbons. But Kavi felt dull and gray. He wondered, 'What if I could be as colorful as everyone else?' With a flutter of excitement, Kavi decided to borrow colors from the world around him, dreaming of becoming the most beautiful crow in the village.
Kavi, feeling inspired, met a wise old painter named Baba Ram, who was known for creating beautiful murals on temple walls. Baba Ram saw Kavi’s curiosity and handed him a tiny, shimmering paintbrush. 'This is a magic paintbrush,' he said softly. 'It can borrow colors from anything it touches, but remember, true beauty comes from within.' Excited, Kavi dipped his beak into a pot of saffron yellow, and suddenly, his feathers shimmered with a warm golden hue. His eyes sparkled with joy as he realized he could now carry the colors of the world.
With his new colors, Kavi soared high above the village, spreading his wings wide. He dipped into the blue sky, the green leaves of the mango trees, and the bright marigolds blooming in the temple courtyard. Everywhere he went, Kavi borrowed colors—red from the marigolds, blue from the sky, and even the shimmering gold from the temple bells. But as he collected all these beautiful colors, Kavi realized something important—his own black feathers, shining with the borrowed hues, made him unique and special. He understood that true beauty comes from being yourself.
Kavi returned to the village, now glowing with borrowed colors, but he felt a gentle warmth in his heart. He understood that the brightest colors come from kindness, courage, and being true to oneself. The villagers cheered as Kavi shared his colorful adventure, and he learned that everyone’s inner beauty shines brighter than any borrowed hue. From that day on, Kavi was proud of his shiny black feathers, knowing that his true colors were kindness and joy, which no paint could ever give.
