Those Colourful Balloons

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
Those Colourful Balloons is story of a dying young man Aman who wants to live,meet his friends and family.Khushi who loves Aman tells him that the happiest of people dont neccessarily have the best of everything.The interseting thing about"Those Colourful Balloons"is that how those colourful balloons helps Aman and Khushi to come closer..

Submitted: January 05, 2012

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Submitted: January 05, 2012



Those Colourful Balloons...



"Get well soon!" Khushi said, handing Aman a red rose.

She was his last visitor.
Aman knew he wouldn't have long to live. He could feel it, deep inside. Seeing his mother crying after talking to the doctor .His time had come. He didn't tell his visitors, though. They would either pity him, or be happy to get rid of him. He got up from his bed and looked outside the window of his room. He saw people walking; cars, bikes, trucks, and what not..on the road; couple holding hands and children buying balloons from a balloon seller. Something clicked him. He called nurse and requested her to get those colourful balloons. Nurse got annoyed but Aman knew how to tackle this situation. He pleaded like a small kid. He said to the nurse, “Please fulfil my last request. I will be highly obliged...I just need those colourful balloons.”She agreed and bought those colourful balloons for him. Aman smiled and thanked her.

Once nurse left, he ripped a page off his diary and wrote:



 Dearest God,


 I know I messed up my own life. Please give me a second chance. I can show you what a good friend, a good son, a good person I can be.

Thank You

(He drew a map showing the way from the temple to the hospital.)

He walked shakily to the window, and let those colourful balloons fly away, carrying his message towards the sky....or towards the God.
He knew he behaved like a small kid but now he wanted to live. He wanted to fulfil his dreams, he wanted to meet all those people who once cared for him, he wanted to paint, he wanted to play his guitar, he wanted to read all the letters and emails of Khushi which was in his trash box.
The balloon was heading straight to a telephone pole, but a gentle breeze blew it away just in time and suddenly balloons disappeared.

“Medicine time” nursed shouted and Aman came, took his medicine and again walked towards the window but could not see his balloons.

The next day, Khushi came to visit him. She handed him a box of chocolates. Normally, he would have made fun of her but today he smiled and offered her the first chocolate.

Khushi thanked Aman and started talking. She said ,”yesterday I was reading a beautiful story which I want to share with you.”

This is what it said:

“A young boy went to his mother and told her about his life and how things were so hard. He didn’t know how his mother will react?

But to his surprise his mother took him to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and place each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first pot she put carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the third pot she put coffee beans. In about half an hour she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots and placed them on the plate, then she took the eggs and placed them in another plate and in the last she took out coffee beans and placed them in the bowl. Turning to his son, she asked,”tell me what you see.”

‘Carrots, eggs and coffee,’he replied.

Mother brought him closer and asked her to feel the carrots. He did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the son to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, he observed the hardboiled egg.

Finally, mother asked the son to sip the coffee. The son smiled as he tasted its rich aroma the son then asked, ‘what does it mean.’

His mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity; boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrots went in strong but became soft after subjected to the boiling water. The thin outer layer of the egg protected its interior and its inside became harder. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in boiling water, they had changed the water. ‘Which are you? ‘She asked the son. How do you handle adversity? And she left.

Khushi finished her story. She looked into the eyes of Aman and asked him, “Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?”

“Aman, yesterday while going from the hospital I found your balloons with that letter.”Khushi told him. Aman kept quite.

Khushi came closer to him and said,” the happiest of people don’t necessarily have the best of everything. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past. You can’t move ahead in your life until you let off your past.”

“When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so that at the end, you are the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.”

Khushi went quite and

Aman hugged her tightly. 

...He wants to belike a coffee bean.....This was the new Aman.......He could feel that!!!





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