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The Really Big Nose

By Prisha Sethi


Once upon a time, there was a girl named Dharna who lived in the city of Delhi. She was very beautiful, except for one thing — she had a really big nose. Her nose seemed too big for her face.


Everything was happy for her until she joined primary school. On her first day of school, she entered the campus but was blocked by a pretty girl with green eyes and golden hair. The girl laughed and said, “Look at her! Her nose is as big as a potato!”


Dharna pushed her aside and walked to her class. Her class teacher, Ms. Sirat, told her about a fashion show that was to be held after two days. Dharna thought to herself, “I want to become a model one day, and this could be a good start.”


As she was getting her name registered, the same mean girl appeared — the one who had blocked her way in the morning. She said, “Oh, don’t bother! You can’t win the show with that nose of yours.”


Dharna ignored her, registered her name, and told herself, “I love myself, and I can win the show.” Dharna bought a pretty gown for the event. Soon, the day arrived — the one everyone had been eagerly waiting for.


There were five contestants from Dharna’s class, and Mary (the mean girl) was one of them. Dharna and Mary were selected for the final round, where they had to express their thoughts.


Mary said, “Oh, I know I will win because her nose is ugly!”


When it was Dharna’s turn, she said in her speech, “Thank you for giving me this opportunity. I just want to say I love myself — but may the best girl win.”


The teachers were impressed by her answer, and Dharna was declared the winner.


By Prisha Sethi



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