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Guava Lover.

It was a bright morning sunshine and Diya was busy wearing School ke Sports Shoes.Today she was more than excited for the school bus because today they had the sports meet and she was taking part in the race.Her Parents were invited too and she had ordered her Mom to wear the Pants matching to hers!
Mid August,Wednesday,10:30 am-
All the Parents had arrived and they were made to sit,kids of Nursery were standing in a horizontal line waiting for the race to begin.
Soon after,the P.T ma'am came upto them with a huge basket of Guavas,asked them to pick one,start eating it up and finish it in order to start running.Diya was very fond of the fruit and picked up the one which was the largest in size and started eating it with immense joy.
It was 3 minutes since the race started, most of the kids had finished eating and were already competing with each other while Diya was enjoying the sweetness of the big guava she had in her hand.
Her mom and the teachers also cheered her up to run,several times but she was more content and happy to get a fruit of her choice and that's what mattered to her the most at that time.At last, the race was finished and she clearly didn't win it.However,she was the winner of the day!
Everybody knew Diya by now,the girl with a pigtail who loved guavas!
At the age of 5,she taught us to be simple and enjoy simple things.No matter what the rest of the kids were doing she did what appealed to her.Maybe She is the one to Believe-
"Enjoy your own life without comparing it with that of another."

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