"Hey, Button Nose! Did you press your nose too hard and it got stuck like that?" teased Rohan as Isha walked into class.
Isha’s nose was small and round, like a little button. Some kids giggled, but she just smiled and said, "Nope! But if it were a button, I’d press it to make you disappear!"
The class burst into laughter. Rohan blinked, his cheeks turning pink. Isha skipped to her seat, pulling out her notebook. She loved doodling—little stars, smiling clouds, and sometimes, very pointy noses on stick figures.
At lunch, Priya pointed at Isha and giggled, "Your nose is so tiny, a mosquito could sit on it and have a picnic!"
Isha took a big bite of her sandwich and grinned. "Good thing it’s not any bigger, or squirrels might mistake it for an acorn!" She wiggled her fingers like tiny paws, pretending a squirrel was nibbling.
The kids around her giggled, and even Priya cracked a smile. Isha felt a tiny sting in her chest, but she shook it off and turned to her science worksheet. Numbers never teased her.
When the school announced a music competition, Isha’s heart raced. She loved humming tunes and making up rhymes. That night, she scribbled in her diary, words pouring out like a song waiting to be born.
The next week, she stood on stage, fingers trembling. Then she sang:
"Little Noses, Big Hearts"
(A Poem by Isha)
Some noses are big, some noses are small,
Some are pointy, some stand up tall.
Mine is tiny, like a little pea,
But that doesn’t make me less, it’s just me!
Eyes see colors, hands can create,
Lips tell stories, aren’t we all great?
If we were the same, what a boring sight!
Like stars without twinkle, kites without flight.
So laugh with me, not at my face,
Kindness makes the world a happier place!
The auditorium erupted in applause. Even Rohan clapped, his eyes wide. Isha won first prize, a shiny trophy and a hug from her teacher.
A week later, test results were announced. Isha had topped the class! Kids who once teased her now whispered, "Can you help me solve this?"
She stayed back every afternoon, patiently explaining fractions and grammar. Slowly, the nicknames faded. Priya even drew her a card:
"To Isha, the smartest, kindest, best-nosed friend!"
One day, Rohan mumbled, "Sorry... about the Button Nose thing."
Isha grinned. "It’s okay! Just remember, my nose may be small, but my brain’s huge!"
They laughed, this time, together.
Moral: Everyone is special just the way they are. Kindness and confidence make the world brighter!
