Vighnesh Acharya

One day a boy came crying to his grandfather.

The worrying grandfather asked, “What is the matter son?”

The boy replied in between the sobs, “My friend called me racist.”

The old man was shocked and trying to calm down his grandson he started talking, “Listen son, your friend Juan is Mexican. Aslam is a Muslim. Christina is Black. Peter is Scottish. Now, you all play together. You all go to one another’s house and equally treated by the parents. Neither we nor their family has any problems with that. In fact we all welcome everyone just the same way. We greet and meet everyone equally. Racism is nowhere near us okay. So, do not even say this again that you are racist. I wonder why after all you said that, where did you hear that from? Who called you racist?”

The boy said, “My friend-Juan, Aslam and Christina. They…

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