Rangbirangi Titli

Ek thi titli. Uska naam tha Rinki.

Rinki ke pankhon par bahut saare rang the — laal, peela, neela, hara, narangi. Itne saare rang ki log kehte the, "Kitni rangbirangi titli hai!"

Lekin Rinki khush nahi thi.

"Mujhe itne rang kyun mile?" Rinki udaas ho kar boli. "Gulaab ko dekho — sirf laal hai. Kitna sundar lagta hai. Aasmaan ko dekho — sirf neela hai. Kitna pyara lagta hai. Aur main? Main toh rangon ka mess hun!"

Gulaab Se Baat

Rinki ek gulaab ke phool par baithi aur boli, "Gulaab ji, aap kitne lucky ho. Aapka sirf ek rang hai — laal. Main toh itne rangon mein confuse hun."

Gulaab ne hansa. "Rinki, mera laal rang pyaar ka rang hai. Lekin tera laal rang bhi toh hai! Tu bhi pyaar de sakti hai. Aur tere paas toh aur bhi rang hain — jo main de hi nahi sakta!"

Aasmaan Se Baat

Rinki udi aur bahut upar gayi. Aasmaan se boli, "Aasmaan ji, aap kitne sundar ho. Sirf neela — kitna shaant."

Aasmaan ne pyaar se kaha, "Rinki, mera neela rang shaanti ka rang hai. Lekin shaam ko main bhi narangi hota hun, raat ko kaala. Main bhi ek rang mein nahi rehta! Aur tera neela rang bhi toh hai — tu bhi shaanti de sakti hai sabko."

Baarish Ka Rang

Tabhi baarish aa gayi. Baarish ke baad aasmaan mein ek indradhanush nikla — saat rangon wala!

Saare jaanwar, pakshi, phool — sab indradhanush dekh kar khush ho gaye. "Kitna sundar hai! Kitna pyara hai!"

Ek chhoti si chidiya Rinki ke paas aayi aur boli, "Rinki didi! Tum toh udta hua indradhanush ho! Tumhare pankhon mein bhi wahi rang hain! Tum toh indradhanush se bhi sundar ho — kyunki tum ud sakti ho!"

Rinki ne apne pankhon ko dekha. Sach mein — laal, narangi, peela, hara, neela — sab rang the!

"Main... main udta hua indradhanush hun?"

Us din se Rinki kabhi udaas nahi hui. Woh jungle mein udti aur jahan jaati, sab khush ho jaate — kyunki Rinki ko dekhna indradhanush dekhne jaisa tha!