The White Mosaic
The White Mosaic always envied the others. They seemed more special, colorful, dazzling. While, he was just plain white.
"Will any buyers ever show their interest in me?" He asked his artist wistfully.
"Don't worry, my dear. You are special and you will find that out very soon." She assured.
Then, came the sales day. Customers flooded in and they all rushed to sing praises for the multicolored mosaics.
"WOW! She is such a Renaissance Mosaic!," exclaimed a customer.
"I love him! He will add aesthetics to my living room," said another.
No one glanced at the White Mosaic.
Minutes turned into hours and the sales had to be closed. Nonetheless, the customers were so engaged with the mosaics that they didn't hear the artist tell them that they had to make a choice.
"Attention please! It appears that you didn't hear me earlier. I shall repeat. Kindly make your choices. It is time to end the sales." She repeated.
Frantically, they went from one mosaic to another, unable to decide which to buy. Some called up their friends, spouses describing each mosaic and which to buy. Some appeared to have made their decision while some were still in confusion. Then, on the spur of the moment, many of them came rushing to the White Mosaic.
"I'll take him. I realized I don't really need the others but I need this one for my floors and walls." Said one.
"Oh come on! Don't you want colorful floors and walls? This is too plain. I am just thinking of buying it because no other color goes along with my purple kitchen walls. Otherwise, I wouldn't buy it too." Said another foxily.
"I need it for my bathroom too. The colorful ones hide the dirt so I need this plain white one. Please let me buy it." Begged another. A couple others chimed in and the bargaining went on to no avail.
The artist had no choice but to interrupt.
"I see your equal interest for my White Mosaic but currently, I only have one of his kind. Therefore, you will have to place your order and come back some other day." Declared the artist firmly.
Those who wanted to buy the colorful mosiacs, bought them and left happily. While, the ones interested in the White Mosaic placed their orders and left dejectedly.
When all left, the White Mosaic, asked his artist hopefully- "Does it mean I am also special?"
"Yes, of course darling. You are special. Don't you realize that you are a need and not a want? That's very very special." Responded the artist in a bittersweet manner. She wished he knew his importance. She wished he had more confidence.
"But I am just plain white." Said the White Mosaic, still skeptical.
"White or colorful, I have created all of you differently with a different purpose in mind. You are adjustable in a way that you go well with any color. While, the others may not be that adjustable but bring glamour wherever they're placed. You are all beautiful and special in your own ways. So, don't ever compare with each other."
The White Mosaic slept peacefully that night knowing he is also special and has a purpose. He also dreamt of his brothers and sisters. They were all laughing and playing together without being envious of one another.