Sharing Colors
Maya: "Hey, that’s my blue crayon! You always grab it first, Aarav."
Aarav: "I need it for the peacock’s feathers. Blue makes them look shiny."
Maya: "But I was going to draw Amma’s blue saree for Navratri. You never listen."
Aarav: "You never listen either. Yesterday you took the only glue stick."
Maya: "I said sorry for that. You’re still being mean."
Aarav: "I’m not mean. I just really like blue, okay?"
Teacher Aunty: "I can hear both of you. What’s happening at the color table?"
Maya: "He’s guarding the blue like it’s some treasure. He won’t share."
Aarav: "Because when I share, it disappears forever. Like my red sketch pen."
Teacher Aunty: "Hmm. Look at Maya’s face, Aarav. Would you feel nice if someone held all the colors away from you?"
Aarav: "I guess my stomach would feel twisty. Like when Didi hides the remote."
Maya: "That’s how I feel now. Twist-twist."
Teacher Aunty: "You both can choose: keep arguing, or find a way to be a little kinder to each other."
Aarav: "Kinder? Like… softer, not so pokey?"
Maya: "Like when you gave me your last orange candy in the school bus."
Aarav: "Oh. That day you smiled the whole way home."
Teacher Aunty: "Exactly. So what would a kinder Aarav do with that blue crayon?"
Aarav: "Maybe… I can color the top peacock feathers first, then give Maya a turn for her saree."
Maya: "And a kinder Maya won’t press so hard and break the tip this time."
Aarav: "Deal. And if it breaks, we both share the tiny blue bits."
Maya: "Look, I’ll even outline your peacock’s crown for you. That’s my kinder bonus."
Teacher Aunty:kinderbrighter. Funny how one choice can color the whole day." "Now this table looks