Story:
In a quiet village on the banks of the river Ganga, lived a kind-hearted little girl named Meena. Meena was just seven years old, but her heart was as big as the sky. She lived with her grandmother, whom everyone lovingly called Dadi Amma. Every morning, Meena would help her grandmother with household chores—fetching water, collecting firewood, and sweeping the small mud courtyard.
One summer afternoon, as Meena played in the mustard fields, she stumbled upon a mound of soft soil. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity. Something shiny peeked out from the mud. Digging with her tiny fingers, she discovered an old clay pot, covered in mysterious carvings and designs.
"Wow! So pretty!" she whispered.
She took it home and showed it to Dadi Amma. “Be careful, beta,” Dadi said. “This looks ancient. It may belong to someone.”
That night, Meena kept the pot beside her pillow. At dawn, she was woken by a sweet aroma—freshly made halwa! She jumped up and saw that the pot was overflowing with delicious food.
Over the next few days, the pot gave out warm rotis, dal, rice, kheer, fruits—everything fresh and hot. Meena was amazed. She decided to share it with the poor and hungry in her village.
Every morning, children and elders gathered near her house, and Meena served them with joy.
Soon, people started calling her “Annapurna Beti.”
But not everyone was happy.
A greedy shopkeeper named Bhola watched from afar. “If I had that pot, I’d be rich!” he said.
One night, he sneaked into Meena’s hut and stole the pot. The next morning, Bhola locked himself in his shop and whispered, “Give me gold, give me sweets!”
But instead, the pot trembled, glowed, and burst open! Hundreds of frogs, lizards, and slimy snakes jumped out, bouncing around his shop, croaking loudly.
Bhola screamed in horror. He ran through the village covered in frogs, crying, “Save me!”
The pot, glowing brightly, flew through the air and returned to Meena. The village cheered!
From that day, Meena and her magical pot became legends. Her kindness taught everyone that sharing is a gift.
Moral: Greed takes away, but kindness brings abundance.
📜 Moral Story: The Two Seeds
Story:
Once in a green and fertile field near a Himalayan valley, two tiny seeds lay side by side under the soil. Spring was coming, and the air was moist with promise.
The first seed, cheerful and curious, whispered, “I can’t wait to sprout. I want to push through the soil, see the sun, and dance with the wind.”
And so, it stretched its roots downward and its shoot upward. It faced cold nights, strong winds, and heavy rains. Yet it kept growing.
Birds chirped above, cows grazed nearby, and the sun gently kissed its tiny leaves.
The second seed, however, trembled with fear. “What if it's too cold? What if a worm eats me? What if a cow steps on me?”
So it stayed curled up, deep in the soil, waiting.
Weeks passed. The first seed had grown into a sapling. It offered shade to insects, smiled at the butterflies, and felt proud.
One morning, a hungry sparrow, looking for seeds, spotted the second one. Peck! Peck!
And the second seed was gone.
Moral: Those who take risks grow. Fear keeps us buried.
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