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The Colors of My Mind
In a small village in India, there lived a girl named Aisha. Aisha was known for her bright smile and love for painting. She spent most of her time in her little room, surrounded by colorful paints and brushes. But inside, Aisha felt different. Sometimes, her heart felt heavy, and her mind was like a cloudy sky.

One day, while painting a beautiful sunset, Aisha suddenly felt tears rolling down her cheeks. She didn’t understand why she felt sad when everything around her was so lovely. Aisha’s mother noticed her sadness and sat beside her. “Aisha, it’s okay to feel sad sometimes. It’s a part of life,” she said gently.

Aisha listened. Her mother continued, “You can talk to me about anything. Sharing your feelings can make you feel lighter.” Aisha thought for a moment and then opened her heart. She shared her worries, her fears about the future, and how sometimes, the darkness in her mind made it hard to paint.

Her mother hugged her tight. “You are not alone, Aisha. Many people feel like this. It’s important to care for your mind just like you care for your body. We can seek help together.”

With her mother’s support, Aisha started visiting a kind doctor in the nearby town. The doctor taught her about mental health and how to express her feelings through art. Aisha learned to paint her emotions, using different colors to show her joy and sadness.

As days passed, Aisha felt lighter. She painted a big mural in the village, showing the beauty of different emotions. People admired her work and began to talk about their feelings too. Aisha realized that sharing her struggles helped others feel brave enough to share theirs.

Now, Aisha not only paints for herself but also encourages her friends to express their emotions. She understood that mental health is important and that it’s okay to seek help. With every brushstroke, Aisha painted a brighter future, not just for herself but for everyone in her village.

And so, the colors of Aisha’s mind began to shine, spreading hope and understanding wherever she went.
© Nishmitha Kotian