The Village success story

The Garden King: A Story of Passion, Hard Work, and Imagination

Kew wasn’t just any boy. He was the son of Hathi, a respected figure in their village known for his wisdom and strength. While Hathi’s strength was physical, Kew had a different kind of power—the power of imagination and an unwavering passion for gardening. From a young age, Kew found joy and excitement in the world of plants and nature, a love that would shape his future.

A Special Gift: The Seed of a Dream

When Kew turned 5, his grandmother gave him a very unique gift. While other children received shiny gold coins and glittering jewels, Kew was given something far more valuable: a 30 by 15 feet garden plot. "This land is yours, Kew," Granny said with a smile. "A garden that will grow with your dreams!" The land had rich, clay soil—perfect for planting. Kew’s heart raced with excitement as he realized he had been given the opportunity to create something beautiful from the earth itself.

A Father’s Guidance and a Boy’s Determination

Kew’s father, Hathi, noticed his son’s deep connection to the garden and understood that this would be the place where Kew could grow—both literally and figuratively. Hathi built sturdy wooden gates to protect the plot, and with the family's support, Kew began his journey of transforming the empty space into something extraordinary.

At 13, Kew’s ambition to create the perfect garden intensified. He sketched designs, imagining bright flowers, vibrant vegetables, a sparkling pond, and even a small rock garden with metal yard art that would shimmer in the sunlight. His father, though proud of his son’s creativity, reminded him to focus on his studies. "You can’t grow a garden without first growing your knowledge," Hathi advised. But Kew’s passion was unstoppable. After much persistence, his father agreed to show him the basics of gardening.

Building the Dream

Kew eagerly set to work, mapping out every detail—from fragrant rose bushes to neat rows of tomatoes. He even chose plants that would bloom year-round, ensuring that his garden would always be alive with color. His physical training teacher, who shared Kew's love for plants, helped him learn about plant care, emphasizing the importance of patience and balance.

For nearly two years, Kew worked tirelessly, and the results were stunning. His garden transformed into a living masterpiece, featuring vibrant flowers, healthy vegetables, and a serene pond adorned with lilies. Kew even devised eco-friendly, organic methods to control pests, ensuring his garden remained healthy and thriving.

The Village’s Big Opportunity

One hot June afternoon, a District Officer visited the village for an inspection. The village had the chance to win a grand prize of 15 lakh, but only if it could impress him. The village chief led the officer through the streets, inspecting every corner. However, when they arrived at Kew’s garden, the chief dismissed it as "just a boy’s play." Undeterred, Kew decided to show the officer his "treasure land."

Despite the chief’s reluctance, the officer agreed to visit the garden. With his heart racing, Kew opened the gates and proudly declared, "Welcome to the Land of the Garden King!" He guided the officer through his vibrant garden, pointing out the rose bushes, vegetable plants, and peaceful pond surrounded by spring blooms. The officer was amazed by the beauty, harmony, and dedication of the garden.

The Village’s Victory

The following evening, at a grand dinner, the village chief announced that they had won the 15 lakh cash prize. The chief smiled at Kew, acknowledging that the garden had played a significant role in their victory. "This young boy’s garden was one of the key reasons for our success," he said. The room erupted in applause, and Kew’s father, Hathi, beamed with pride. Kew had not only transformed his land but had also helped transform the future of their village.

From that day forward, Kew was known as the Garden King—a symbol of hard work, creativity, and passion. His garden became a legend, showing the world that when you combine passion with dedication, anything is possible.

Moral of the Story: The Power of Passion and Hard Work

When you combine focus, hard work, patience, and passion, there is no limit to what you can achieve. Pursue your dreams, nurture your passions, and watch them grow.

What Everyone Must Know About Mani finally

The Power of Forgiveness: A Story of Reaping What We Sow

In the vibrant city of Haribhava, Cherry, a young girl, lived with her father, Hari. Cherry had endured great loss, losing her mother at a tender age. Raised solely by Hari, their bond was their world. Though life was tough, they managed, and Hari’s friends often suggested that he remarry to find balance in their lives. Hesitant but open, Hari agreed to marry Mani, hoping for support for both him and Cherry.

Mani, at first, was kind, treating Cherry as her own. But things took a turn when Mani’s cousin, Evans, moved in. With his manipulative words, Evans convinced Mani that giving too much attention to Cherry would hinder the future of her own child. Gradually, Mani’s warmth turned to coldness, and she confined Cherry to household chores instead of letting her attend school.

Cherry, eager to learn, pleaded with her stepmother, but Mani insisted she stay home to help. To keep up appearances, Mani pretended to be loving in front of Hari, so he never suspected her cruel treatment. But Cherry’s grades plummeted, and soon, the school contacted Hari about her poor performance.

When Cherry tearfully confessed the truth, Hari was devastated. He had trusted Mani, but now the depth of the betrayal was clear. In his anger and frustration, he locked Cherry in her room. The next day, Hari devised a clever plan to expose Mani’s cruelty. He told her Cherry would be attending drawing classes all day. However, when Hari returned early and found Cherry still doing chores, he realized the full extent of the situation.

Heartbroken, Hari took Cherry to live with his friend Merry, who welcomed Cherry with open arms. There, Cherry thrived, receiving both love and support. Years passed, and Cherry became a successful woman. But when Merry encouraged her to visit her father, Cherry hesitated. Eventually, she agreed to see him one last time.

When Cherry arrived, Hari was overjoyed. She asked about Mani, and Hari led her to where Mani lay, paralyzed from a car accident. Mani, deeply traumatized, had been unable to speak or eat for months. Seeing her former stepmother’s suffering, Cherry felt compassion and chose to stay and care for Mani. Over time, Mani recovered and expressed her sorrow, apologizing repeatedly.

Despite her forgiveness, Cherry remained distant, unable to forget the past. But Hari spoke to her with quiet wisdom: “Life is unpredictable, Cherry. We never know when our time will come. Mani wronged you, but she cried for you every day. Forgive her, for forgiveness heals both the giver and the receiver.”

Moved by her father’s words, Cherry found it in her heart to forgive Mani. Slowly, their bond began to heal. Eventually, Merry joined them, and together, they lived peacefully, bound by love and mutual understanding.

Moral of the Story: We reap what we sow, but sometimes life teaches us that forgiveness can transform the bitterness of the past into something sweet.

The Power of Respecting Elders: How Chify's Wisdom Transforms Family Unity

Why Chify Advises Rani on the Importance of Elders' Words and How It Will Change Your Life

Once upon a time, in a lively family of ants, there lived a wise black ant named Chify. Chify’s family was famous for being close-knit and harmonious. Led by Riz Uncle, the respected patriarch, their home was filled with laughter, care, and a unique tradition. Every week, they held a "Family Party" where everyone, young and old, shared their thoughts, resolved misunderstandings, and grew stronger as a unit.

But this wasn’t just any family gathering. At the heart of it was a deep respect for wisdom—especially that of the elders. The elder ants, who worked tirelessly during the day to forage for food or keep their home clean, were revered by the younger ones, who were always eager to learn and grow.

Far from this harmonious world lived a little girl named Rani, who had just moved to a new house with her family. She was feeling lonely and out of place, missing her old house and the large, loving family she had left behind. Her father, Hari, had been struggling with a quarrel between his own family members. The arguments over property had torn their once tight-knit household apart, and Rani couldn’t help but notice the tension in the air.
One morning, feeling especially sad, Rani gazed out of her window. As she stared out, something unusual caught her attention: a little ant running swiftly across the pavement below. Intrigued, she stuck her finger in the ant's path to stop it, but the determined ant quickly dodged around it, continuing on its journey without missing a beat.

"Hey, little girl, why are you blocking my way?" a voice suddenly asked.
Rani jumped back, surprised. The ant was speaking to her!
“Do you speak?” she asked in awe.
"Yes, but only when I want to," the ant replied, sounding rather busy. "I’m in a hurry, but I’ll chat with you later. It’s family party time."
“Family party?” Rani repeated, curious.
“Yes,” the ant said proudly. "Every week, we have a party where we share our thoughts, clear up misunderstandings, and learn from each other. It's our way of coming together. Afterward, Riz Uncle, the head of our family, shares his wisdom. We listen to him because he’s the elder, and his words help us stay united."
"That sounds amazing!" Rani exclaimed. "I wish my family could do that. We don’t always listen to the elders."

The ant paused and looked at her thoughtfully. "How sad. In our family, we respect the elders because their advice is priceless. They’ve lived long lives and know what’s best."

Rani sighed. "My papa and uncle fought because of property. Grandpa tried to make peace, but Papa wouldn’t listen."

Chify shook his tiny head. "Humans fight over such things? It’s heartbreaking. We ants work hard to stay together. Nothing is more important than family."

Rani gazed wistfully at Chify. "I wish I were an ant. At least your family is peaceful."

With a soft smile, Chify said, "It’s not about being an ant, Rani. It’s about respecting the wisdom of your elders. When you listen, everything becomes clearer, and you avoid misunderstandings."

As the sun set, Chify bid Rani goodnight and promised to return soon.

The Change in Hari’s Life:
The next day, Rani eagerly shared her conversation with her father, Hari. He overheard his daughter talking to the wall and, feeling concerned, rushed to her room. Rani was telling Chify about the troubles in their family.
"My papa and uncle fought over the house. Grandpa tried to help, but Papa didn’t care about his advice. I wish my family could be like Chify’s, where everyone listens to the elders."
Hari listened intently, his heart heavy with realization. His daughter, who had never been this open before, was right. The way he and his family had been treating their elders was all wrong. He thought back to all the times he had disregarded his father’s advice and how those actions had led to unnecessary tension.
That evening, after supper, Hari talked to the family doctor, who suggested they visit their hometown to help Rani reconnect with her grandparents. The next day, they packed up for Kali Pura.

On the journey, Hari asked his daughter, "Rani, who were you talking to yesterday evening?"

Rani’s face lit up as she eagerly shared the story of Chify and his wise family. Hari listened, reflecting on the message that had struck his heart. He knew he had to make amends, not just for Rani’s sake, but for the entire family.
As soon as they reached Kali Pura, Hari sought out his parents and apologized for his past actions. He promised to be more respectful of their advice from then on. Over time, this new understanding bridged the gap between Hari and his father, restoring peace in the family.

Moral of the Story:
Respecting our elders is one of the most powerful ways to create harmony in our lives. Their wisdom comes from years of experience, and by valuing their words, we can avoid conflict and build stronger, more peaceful relationships. Just like Chify and his family, when we listen to those who came before us, we pave the way for a brighter, more unified future.

Why Mom Was Right About Everything You Do Coming Back to You

Lava Learns : A Story of Kindness and Consequences

Lava was a stubborn, energetic boy who didn’t always follow the rules. His mom often reminded him, “What you do for others will come back to you—so always choose kindness.” Lava didn’t fully understand what she meant. He thought she was just being overly cautious. But little did he know, his life was about to show him just how true those words really were.

At Shavan School, Lava was known as the boy who didn’t like to follow instructions. He was clever, but his mischievous nature led him to misuse his talents. He teased his friends and avoided responsibility. Despite his teachers’ warnings, Lava didn’t take their advice seriously. He believed that the rules didn’t apply to him.

One day, during Mathematics class, Mrs. Siri presented a challenging equation on the board. Lava, who usually breezed through tests without much effort, found himself struggling. Mrs. Siri, noticing his confusion, gently offered some hints. However, Lava couldn’t solve the problem, no matter how hard he tried.

Embarrassed, Lava’s frustration grew. Mrs. Siri, seeing how upset he was, asked him to stand at the front of the class for the remainder of the lesson. Lava, red-faced, stood silently, his anger building.

Next, Mrs. Siri called on Pari, his best friend, to try solving the same equation. Pari, who had been daydreaming, wasn’t prepared either. Yet, with a few lucky guesses, Pari managed to get the answer right. Mrs. Siri praised him and rewarded him with a shiny chocolate bar.

Lava’s anger boiled. "Why did Pari get the praise?" he thought. "I worked hard for that answer!" In a fit of jealousy, Lava decided to take matters into his own hands.

He grabbed a compass from his pencil case and secretly placed it under Pari’s chair, hoping to cause a mishap when Pari sat down. However, Lava didn’t realize that his prank had backfired—he had placed the compass near his own seat!

When the lunch break ended and the class returned, Mrs. Siri entered the room to find Lava sobbing at his desk, clutching his leg. Alarmed, she rushed over. “What happened, Lava?” she asked.

Lava winced in pain and explained that something sharp under his desk had hurt him. Mrs. Siri bent down and found the compass. “Who put this here?” she asked sternly.

Lava hesitated. He was about to lie and deny it when he realized something important. He looked around at his classmates—Pari, Rana, and the others—and understood that his actions had come back to him. Just then, Rana, his other friend, raised his hand.

“I... I accidentally threw it there,” Rana said, unaware of where it had landed. Lava’s heart sank. It was his own mischief that caused the whole mess, and now he was the one suffering.

After class, Mrs. Siri took Lava aside. “Lava,” she said gently but firmly, “your actions have consequences. What you do to others will always come back to you.” Lava finally understood the meaning of his mom’s words.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Siri,” Lava whispered, feeling ashamed. “I didn’t mean for anyone to get hurt. I shouldn’t have done it.”

Mrs. Siri smiled softly. “It’s okay, Lava. The important thing is that you’ve learned from this experience. You can always make things right.”

From that day on, Lava changed. He began to work harder in class, listen more carefully, and treat his friends with respect. His actions, both in the classroom and beyond, reflected the kindness his mom had always talked about. Every time Lava felt frustrated, he remembered the compass—and how everything you do really does come back to you.

Moral of the Story:
"Your actions have consequences, and what you do to others will always come back to you. Choose kindness, responsibility, and respect, for these values shape your relationships and the world around you."

The Mother

The Mother’s Gift: A Special Blessing from God

There’s a saying that "God couldn’t be everywhere, so He created mothers"—angels on Earth who are sent to love, protect, and care for their children. Truly, a mother’s love is one of the greatest gifts we will ever receive.

Karuna's Story of Motherly Love and Sacrifice

Karuna lived in the peaceful village of Onikappa with his loving mother, Sanu. As a single mother, Sanu worked tirelessly to provide for Karuna and ensure he had everything he needed. Yet, despite her sacrifices, Karuna struggled with unhappiness.

Sanu noticed her son’s sadness, and it broke her heart. However, she never let him see her pain. With each passing day, she wore a smile for Karuna, telling herself, “I will make him happy one day,” a hope she held onto dearly.

A Moment of Rebellion and Heartache

One morning, despite feeling terribly ill, Sanu managed to cook Karuna’s favorite breakfast—warm sandwiches made with love. But when Karuna saw them, he scowled. "I don't want these! I don't need your sandwiches!" he yelled before storming out of the house. His harsh words left his mother heartbroken, tears silently streaming down her face.

Despite the pain, Sanu tried to convince herself that Karuna didn’t mean it, that he was just going through something difficult. But her heart ached, and she couldn't shake the sadness.

A Lesson in Love and Sacrifice

Later that day, Karuna’s ethics class began. The teacher asked the students to share who they loved most at home. One quiet girl stood up and spoke passionately about her mother—describing the love, care, and sacrifices her mother made for her every day. She spoke of how her mother held their family together through thick and thin.

Karuna listened, his chest tightening with guilt. He realized how blind he had been to his mother’s sacrifices. How could he have shouted at the person who had always given him everything?

A Mother's Illness and a Son’s Awakening

When Karuna returned home that evening, he found the house quiet and his mother asleep, looking pale and frail. Her fever was high, and he felt a surge of panic. He gently touched her burning hand, realizing just how much pain she was enduring.

In a panic, Karuna called the village doctor, Dr. Sharma. Upon arriving, Dr. Sharma explained that Sanu’s fever was caused by mental stress and exhaustion. “She’s been emotionally drained and overworked. You must take care of her,” he advised.

The realization hit Karuna hard. His mother had been silently suffering while he had been focused on his own unhappiness. Guilt overwhelmed him.

A Son's Apology and a Mother's Unwavering Love

Determined to make things right, Karuna rushed to the kitchen to make soup for his mother. He helped her eat and gave her the medicine Dr. Sharma had prescribed. For the first time in days, Karuna sat beside her, tears streaming down his face.

"I’m so sorry, Mama," he sobbed. "I’ve been so selfish. I shouted at you, and I didn’t see how hard you were working for me. I didn’t realize how much you were suffering. Please forgive me."

Sanu opened her eyes, her face softening with love. She stroked his hair and whispered, "I’ve always forgiven you, my son. Your happiness is all I’ve ever wanted."

A Promise to Never Take Her for Granted Again

From that day on, Karuna made a vow to cherish and appreciate his mother. He would never again take her love for granted. He understood now that the greatest gift in his life was the selfless love of a mother.

Moral of the Story: A mother’s love is the greatest gift we can ever receive. Never take it for granted, for the love of a mother is the heart and soul of the family.

Importance of self-belief

5 Fingers Are Not the Same - A Story of Pursuing Dreams and Embracing Individual Talents

In the vibrant town of Jeeva Anand, Janu was known as the top student at "Jeeva Anand Govt. School." She had perfect grades and was admired by her teachers and peers. Everyone believed she was destined for greatness in academics. But her younger brother, Vahi, was a different kind of star. While Janu focused on her studies, Vahi shone in extracurricular activities. Whether it was singing, dancing, or competing in long jump, Vahi’s energy and passion lit up the room.

From 3rd grade to 10th, he earned numerous trophies and medals, but despite his achievements, his parents always focused on Janu’s academic excellence, pushing her toward perfection and showering her with praise. Vahi, though equally talented, often felt overlooked.

While Janu seemed to get everything she wanted — from the latest phone to the most fashionable clothes — Vahi was left feeling that his victories didn’t matter. Even though he felt the sting of being unnoticed, he never let it crush his spirit. He promised himself that one day, he would make his parents proud.

As the years went by, Vahi completed his 10th grade with a respectable score of 78%. His teacher, Rao Sir, celebrated his achievement and asked, "What’s next for you, Vahi?"

"I want to compete internationally, Sir. I’m determined to make it," Vahi replied, filled with hope.

Rao Sir smiled warmly. "And your studies? Have you considered the next steps?"

"I want to pursue commerce, but my father insists I follow the science stream," Vahi admitted, frustrated but still hopeful.

"Follow your heart, Vahi. Your education is important, but remember to stay true to what makes you happy. I believe in you," Rao Sir encouraged.

Later, at home, Vahi found his father scowling at piles of applications for the science stream. His heart sank. He longed to share his dream with his father, but instead, he felt the weight of expectation on his shoulders.

Faced with pressure, Vahi reluctantly chose Biology, a subject he despised. On his first day of college, he felt miserable. Studying something he didn’t love left him feeling trapped. To make things worse, he enrolled in the NCC (National Cadet Corps), hoping it would help with his dream of competing in the international long jump competition.

Months passed, and Vahi barely scraped through his first year with a 60% score. The rift between him and his father grew deeper, and they barely spoke. But through it all, Vahi clung to his dream of representing his country in the long jump.

The breakthrough came when Vahi qualified for the international long jump finals. He didn’t dare tell his father, so he shared the news with his mother. Before leaving, he met with his mentor, Venkata Sir, who had always believed in him.

“Sir, I’m going to the international competition. I’m going to make it!” Vahi said, his voice full of excitement.

Venkata Sir, with a reassuring smile, said, “Go for it, Vahi. I believe in you, and I know you can do it.”

With his mentor's words in his heart, Vahi set off for the competition. The atmosphere at the stadium was electric, and as the event progressed, Vahi found his focus. At 12:30 PM, he leapt higher than anyone had ever imagined, setting a new record. The crowd roared with excitement as Vahi stood tall in victory.

A representative from a prestigious athletics academy offered Vahi a scholarship, a stipend of 50,000 rupees per month, and full support for his career. This was the moment he had been dreaming of!

Vahi returned home a hero, greeted by cheers and applause. His mother embraced him with pride, and his sister handed him sweets to celebrate. But when he looked at his father, his heart sank. His father sat silently, without a word of praise. But then, something incredible happened. His father stood up, walked over to him, and hugged him tightly. Tears filled his father’s eyes as he whispered, “I’m so proud of you, my son. You’ve made us proud beyond words.”

In that moment, Vahi knew that all the struggles, doubts, and fears were worth it. His father's love and pride meant everything to him.

Moral of the Story: “Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will spend its whole life believing that it is stupid.” Every person has their unique talents and strengths. Embrace your individuality, follow your passion, and never stop believing in yourself.

Positive Attitude Leads to Success

Manav and the Power of Respect: A Heartwarming Story of Success and Perseverance

Once upon a time, in a peaceful village, there lived a humble man named Manav. Though he was illiterate, Manav’s heart overflowed with respect for his parents, and he made sure to show it every single day. His devotion to them was unwavering—he never raised his voice or argued, always staying patient and kind.

A Daily Ritual of Love and Respect

Every morning, Manav would start his day with a prayer:

ॐ सर्वे भवन्तु सुखिनः

सर्वे सन्तु निरामयाः।

सर्वे भद्राणि पश्यन्तु

मा कश्चिद्दुःखभाग्भवेत्।

ॐ शान्तिः शान्तिः शान्तिः॥

After this, he would bow to his parents, seek their blessings, and head out to the fields to work. His life was simple, yet fulfilling, and he was at peace with his routine. Despite his lack of education, Manav’s life was guided by respect for his elders and a strong faith in God.

Chintha’s Struggle with Greed and Discontent

In contrast, Manav’s younger brother, Chintha, was frustrated by life. Often ill and dissatisfied, he viewed Manav’s rituals with disdain, questioning their value. “Why pray when you can’t even read or write?” Chintha would think, unable to understand why Manav seemed content without material wealth or formal education.

The Fall of Chintha’s Business

As time passed, Chintha’s business began to fail. Driven by greed and desperation, he demanded that Manav hand over the family’s agricultural land, the inheritance from their father. Despite Manav’s reluctance and the heartache it caused, Chintha’s harsh words wore him down. Eventually, Chintha took the land and forced Manav and their parents to leave their home, along with the family cow.

Heartbroken, Manav left with his parents to seek shelter with a friend. But his mother, full of wisdom and love, urged him, “Don’t give up, Manav. There’s always a way forward.”

Manav’s Perseverance Leads to Success

The very next day, Manav began anew. He worked tirelessly, building a business from scratch with dedication and hard work. His perseverance paid off, and soon, he became a wealthy and successful businessman.

Meanwhile, Chintha’s life continued to spiral downward. The land he had seized from Manav could not save his business. In the end, Chintha was left with nothing—no money, no resources, and no friends. He was forced to beg for food, humbled by the greed that had once blinded him.

The Moment of Realization

One day, as Chintha wandered through the village in despair, he encountered his brother Manav. Manav, ever kind-hearted, invited him in and offered him food. Overwhelmed with shame and regret, Chintha asked, “Manav, what’s your secret? How did you succeed when everything seemed against you?”

Manav smiled gently and replied, “There is no secret, Chintha. Success doesn’t come from wealth or power—it comes from respect, hard work, and a positive attitude. Respect your elders, work with dedication, and have faith. Success is built on these values. If you lose them, you lose everything.”

Chintha’s eyes widened as he realized his mistake. It wasn’t the land or the business that had brought Manav success—it was his heart, his respect for others, and his unwavering faith.

Moral of the Story: True success follows those who respect their elders, work hard with dedication, and maintain a positive attitude, no matter the circumstances. If you lose these values, you lose everything. 

The lie has less life span

The Lie Has a Short Lifespan: A Children's Moral Story About Honesty and Tidiness

In the peaceful village of Pavia, there lived a joyful man named Guru. His life was simple but filled with love, shared with his wife, Geetha, their son, Dhira, and daughter, Sonu. Though their lives were mostly harmonious, there was a small challenge—Sonu and Dhira's differing habits.

Sonu was always neat and organized. Her school books, toys, and clothes were always in perfect order. In contrast, Dhira’s room was often a mess. Books, clothes, and toys scattered everywhere. Sonu, being the older sibling, often tried to help Dhira stay organized, but he never listened, and things remained in disarray.

Instead of taking responsibility for his mess, Dhira discovered a clever trick—he would lie to their parents, blaming Sonu for the chaos. This made Dhira feel powerful, and he often used the lie to get away with his disobedience, while Sonu got scolded.

One afternoon, as Sonu and Dhira played a game of chess, something unusual happened. Dhira lost, and in his frustration, he decided to get back at Sonu. He hid his favorite tie, a precious gift from his grandfather, and then ran to Guru with a sad face.

“Papa, Sonu took my tie!” Dhira wailed. “She messed up my room when I asked her about it!”

Guru, wise and patient, didn’t react immediately. He simply asked Dhira to call Sonu into the room. Terrified, Sonu entered and protested, “I didn’t do anything, Papa! Dhira is lying!” Her voice trembled, and tears streamed down her face.

Guru knelt and wiped her tears away. “Don’t worry, my dear. Let me tell you a story.”

With a warm smile, Guru began, “Long ago, there was a terrible demon named Vara. This demon would roam the villages, capturing children who were messy or dishonest. Only children who kept their things in order and told the truth could escape Vara’s grasp.”

Before they could continue the story, Geetha called them to dinner, and Guru promised to finish later. But Sonu’s mind raced with thoughts of the demon.

That night, Sonu drifted to sleep, exhausted from the day’s events, while Dhira lay awake, troubled by Guru’s story. What if the demon was real? What if he was in danger?

Noticing Dhira’s restlessness, Guru quietly entered his room. “Why aren’t you asleep, son?” he asked.

Dhira, eyes wide with guilt, hesitated before asking, “Papa, is the demon still alive?”

Guru smiled gently. “Yes, Dhira. But the demon can never harm children who are tidy and truthful. Living with honesty and keeping your things in order will protect you from harm.”

The next morning, something remarkable happened. Even though it was a Sunday, Dhira woke up early, determined to make things right. With a sincere smile, he walked up to Guru.

“Good morning, Papa!” Dhira greeted him brightly. Guru looked up in surprise. “You’re up early? And why do your eyes look so red?”

Dhira lowered his head, speaking softly, “Papa, I hid the tie and lied about Sonu taking it. I want to be good. I cleaned my room. Please, Papa, save me from the demon.”

Guru’s heart softened, and he hugged Dhira warmly. “I’m proud of you, my son. You’ve learned an important lesson—truth and tidiness will always protect you.”

As they embraced, Dhira felt a weight lift from his heart. He had faced his fear, told the truth, and made his world brighter.

Moral of the Story: Lies may provide temporary relief, but they will eventually trap you in fear. Only honesty and tidiness can keep you safe from the dangers that lurk.

The Speaking Tree story

The Speaking Tree: A Story of Nature's Voice

Once upon a time, deep in the lush, green forests of Vidarbha, there was a magical tree with a powerful gift—it could speak. This wasn’t just any ordinary tree; it had the wisdom to guide people and inspire them to protect nature and do good in the world.

In a small village nearby lived Krishna, a kind-hearted young man with a deep love for nature. Krishna spent all his free time planting trees, nurturing the earth, and caring for every leaf and branch in the forest. His passion for nature was so strong that even the trees seemed to respond, growing taller and healthier under his gentle care.

But one day, disaster struck. The Minister of the region decided to sell the entire plantation for development. "This land will be cleared to make way for new buildings," the Minister announced, caring little for the trees or the impact on the environment.

Krishna was heartbroken. The thought of losing his beloved forest filled him with sorrow, and he lay awake all night, thinking about the destruction to come. At dawn, he rushed to the oldest tree in the plantation, tears streaming down his face. He hugged the tree tightly, silently begging for a way to save it.

Then, something magical happened. In a deep and soothing voice, the tree spoke to Krishna: "Do not cry, dear Krishna. We will stand with you to protect this land. But you must help us. Bring the Minister here, and together, we will show him the truth."

Krishna, filled with new hope, went to the Minister the next morning and led him to the forest. Following the tree's instructions, Krishna locked the gate behind them as they entered. As the Minister and his officials walked deeper into the plantation, an unusual feeling came over them. Suddenly, they began to struggle for breath. Their chests tightened, and they gasped for air.

"Krishna, help me!" the Minister cried, panic in his eyes. “What’s happening to me?”

As Krishna watched, the wise old tree's voice filled the air: "Do you feel the suffocation, Minister? You struggle to breathe after only a few moments without air. Imagine a world without trees, without the oxygen we give. How can you destroy us and expect to survive?"

The Minister stood still, overwhelmed by the realization. He understood, perhaps for the first time, how essential the trees were for life itself. Overcome with regret, he bowed his head in shame.

"I am so sorry," he whispered. “I was wrong to think only of money. I promise I will protect this land and ensure no one ever threatens these trees again.”

True to his word, the Minister passed a law requiring everyone in the village to plant trees and care for nature. The people of the village came to see trees not just as plants, but as protectors of life, gifts of nature that must be cherished. They began to revere the great trees, appreciating their silent yet essential role in the world.

And so, thanks to Krishna’s love for nature and the wisdom of the speaking tree, the village was saved. The trees continued to grow tall and strong, becoming symbols of hope and resilience. From that day on, the village flourished, grateful for the life-giving trees that would stand forever as guardians of the earth.

Family values for kids

Take Care of Your Actions: Little Ones Are Watching

In the lively heart of a bustling city, Pari and his wife Cherry lived a happy life with their family. Pari was a wise, kind man, and Cherry—a graceful woman from a royal background—had a unique habit: she didn’t like old or worn-out things and often discarded them without a second thought.

However, Cherry adored children. Every evening, she opened her doors, welcoming neighborhood kids to fill her home with laughter and joy. Among them was a bright little girl named Swapna, known for her big, curious eyes and kind heart. Swapna quickly became Cherry’s favorite, spending afternoons playing and learning in Cherry’s cozy living room.

One sunny day, while Cherry and Swapna played, Cherry noticed an old, dusty box on the table. With a wrinkled nose, she muttered, “I can’t stand old things!” and tossed it into the dustbin.

Just then, Granny—Cherry’s elderly mother-in-law—walked in and spotted the box in the bin. She gasped, her eyes filled with tears. "Cherry," she said gently, "that box was a precious gift from your father-in-law. It’s one of my last memories of him."

Seeing Granny’s sorrow, Cherry felt a pang of regret. Swapna watched quietly, absorbing everything.

The next evening, Swapna returned to play, her mind still on Cherry’s actions. Spotting a small red and gold box on the shelf, she confidently picked it up and threw it into the dustbin, mimicking Cherry’s previous gesture.

Cherry saw Swapna’s action and felt surprised and upset. “Swapna! Why did you throw that away?” she scolded, her voice sharper than she intended.

Hearing the commotion, Granny came over. Noticing Swapna’s tears, she gently sat down with her. "Sweetheart, why did you throw the box away?" she asked softly.

Swapna sniffled and said, “Yesterday, Cherry Aunty threw away an old box. I thought she’d be happy if I did the same. Did I make a mistake, Granny?”

Granny gave her a warm hug and a gentle smile. "Dear, it’s always good to ask before throwing away someone’s things. You were only trying to help, but it’s important to check first, okay?"

Swapna nodded, feeling better as Granny handed her a piece of chocolate. Cherry, watching this, realized her own mistake. She knelt beside Granny and Swapna, taking Granny’s hand.

“I’m sorry, Granny,” Cherry said, her voice full of remorse. “I didn’t consider how my actions might look to little Swapna. I’ll be more mindful from now on.”

From that day on, Cherry became more thoughtful, cherishing her surroundings and considering the impact of her actions, always remembering that little ones were watching and learning from her.

laziness is an Evil friend

The Evil Friend Called Laziness

Once upon a time, in a peaceful kingdom, lived a wise and energetic king known for his kindness. He deeply respected scholars and always listened to the concerns of his people. However, despite his greatness, the king worried about his son, the young prince. Unlike his father, the prince was carefree and avoided all responsibility, choosing laziness over duty.

One day, the king decided it was time to prepare the prince to rule. But he knew he needed help, so he turned to his trusted advisor, Chanakya, a wise minister known for solving even the trickiest problems. They devised a plan: the prince must prove himself by traveling through the kingdom, meeting the people, and attending to their needs. If he completed this journey with commitment, he would inherit the throne. If he failed, the crown would go to his cousin. The king shared his decision with the prince, who was stunned—and a bit afraid.

Unwilling to lose his chance to rule, the prince reluctantly agreed. Early the next morning, he set off from the palace, dressed as a commoner and without his usual comforts. He traveled north, walking for hours until he felt tired and decided to rest by a small hut.

Just then, he overheard a mother scolding her young son. Curious, he approached her and asked, “Why are you so angry with your son?”

The mother sighed, “My son refuses to study, and he’s become lazy—just like our prince. I fear he’ll never amount to anything if he doesn’t change.”

Hearing this, the prince was embarrassed and shocked to be a bad example. But he continued his journey, realizing that his laziness was not only harming himself but also the people’s respect for him.

Further down the road, he saw an old man sitting with a meal but not eating. Concerned, the prince asked, “Why don’t you eat, sir?”

The old man replied, “I’m waiting for my son. He’s as careless as the prince, always trusting the wrong people and wasting his money. I worry he’ll come back hungry and empty-handed.”

Feeling ashamed to be compared with carelessness again, the prince grew thoughtful. The stories of his people were revealing how deeply his laziness had affected them.

At last, he reached a river where he stopped to rest. Remembering his father's instructions, he dipped a bag given to him into the river—a symbol of cleansing away his laziness. As he watched the water ripple, he felt something change within him.

When the prince returned to the palace, his father could sense something different in him. That night, the king awoke before sunrise to the sound of sword fighting. Looking out, he saw his son training with fierce determination. The king's heart filled with pride.

The next day, the prince called the scholars to discuss how they could improve the kingdom. He then announced a new law: "Laziness shall have no place here! Respect and responsibility will lead us forward."

When the king asked his son what had changed him, the prince replied, “I met my evil friend, laziness, on my journey, and I left it behind at the river. Now, I’m ready to serve and protect our people.”

Overjoyed, the king officially named him the future ruler. Together, they led the kingdom into a new era of prosperity, free from the grip of laziness.

Moral of the Story: Laziness is an evil friend that holds you back. Once you let go of it, success will follow.

Krishnam Vande Jagadguru

One golden afternoon, as the sun began its descent behind the distant hills, Krishna and Arjuna strolled leisurely through the vibrant forest. The air was alive with the songs of birds and the rustle of leaves. As they walked, a figure hunched in the distance caught their attention. It was an old man, bent and frail, sitting by the side of the road, his hands trembling as he begged for alms.

Moved by compassion, Arjuna approached the man. With a gentle smile, he offered the old man a bag filled with shimmering gold coins, each coin gleaming in the soft light. The old man’s eyes sparkled with disbelief and joy. He clutched the bag to his chest, murmuring his gratitude, and hurried home, hopeful that his life had finally changed.

But fate had other plans. As the man made his way through the dense forest, a thief lurked in the shadows, eyes fixed greedily on the bag of gold. With swift hands, the thief stole the bag and vanished into the trees. The old man, devastated, cursed the cruel twists of his fate. He returned to his begging, heart heavy with sorrow.

The next day, Krishna and Arjuna spotted him again, sitting by the roadside, his face drawn with despair. "What has happened, my friend?" asked Arjuna, concern lining his voice.

The man, broken-hearted, recounted his tale. Once again, Arjuna’s heart was moved, and he took pity on the old soul. This time, he handed the man a dazzling diamond, its brilliance outshining the sun. "Take this," Arjuna said, "and may it bring you lasting happiness."

The man’s heart soared as he walked home, the diamond clutched tightly in his hands. Desperate to keep it safe, he hid it in an old, forgotten pot, one that had gathered dust in the corner of his humble home. Exhausted from the journey, he soon drifted into a deep sleep.

The next morning, as dawn broke, his wife set off to fetch water from the river. She carefully balanced her pot on her head, but a misstep on the rocky path caused her to slip. The pot shattered against the stones. Determined to not return empty-handed, she recalled the unused pot at home. She hurried back, found it, and filled it with water.

As she dipped the pot into the river, something shiny caught her eye. The old pot was not just filled with water—it was now home to a dazzling diamond! Panicked, she grasped the diamond, but the current swept it away before she could react. By the time she returned home, the old man was frantically searching for his treasure. When he saw the pot in her hands, he knew what had happened.

Grief-stricken, he left his home again to beg. This time, however, even his heart seemed empty of hope.

And once again, Arjuna and Krishna appeared. Seeing the man, Arjuna’s brow furrowed in concern. "What more can we do for this man? First, gold coins, then a diamond—and still, misfortune follows him." Krishna, however, smiled softly and handed the man two simple pennies.

Arjuna was puzzled. "My Lord, if gold and diamonds could not change his fortune, what can these two pennies do?"

Krishna smiled knowingly. "Let us wait and see."

The old man, bewildered, took the two pennies and shuffled back home. As he walked, he grumbled to himself about his ill fortune. Along the way, he saw a fisherman struggling with a fish caught in his net. The poor creature was gasping for breath, its life slipping away with every passing second.

A thought crossed the old man’s mind: "These two pennies can't feed me, but at least I can save this fish." With a sigh, he purchased the fish and, with great care, tossed it back into the river. As the fish swam away, a surprising sight stopped him in his tracks. The fish had something lodged in its mouth. The man carefully removed the obstruction, and to his astonishment, there lay the very diamond he had lost!

Overjoyed, the man shouted in triumph, "Look what I have found! Look what I have found!" The sound of his voice carried through the air, and as luck would have it, the thief who had robbed him in the forest happened to be nearby.

The thief, recognizing the old man, panicked. He feared the old man would remember his face and expose him as the thief. In a rush of guilt, the thief ran up to the man, fell at his feet, and begged for forgiveness. Trembling, he returned not only the stolen gold but all the riches he had taken from others.

The old man, overwhelmed with gratitude, thanked the thief and walked away, his heart light with joy. He hurried straight to Arjuna and Krishna to tell them of his fortune’s reversal, and to thank them for their kindness.

Arjuna, still perplexed, turned to Krishna. "My Lord, I don't understand. Why did the gold and diamonds fail to change his fate, but the two pennies worked miracles?"

Krishna’s eyes sparkled with wisdom as he replied, "When the man had gold and diamonds, his thoughts were focused only on his own desires. But when he had the two pennies, he thought of another creature’s life, choosing to act with kindness. In that moment, his heart aligned with the divine, and I took care of his needs."

Arjuna nodded slowly, understanding now. "When we put others' needs before our own," Krishna continued, "we do the work of God, and in turn, God takes care of us."

And with that, the two friends continued on their walk, the lesson of selflessness echoing in their hearts.

Listen, Not Eavesdrop

Listen, Not Eavesdrop

Once upon a time, in a kingdom known for its wisdom and beauty, there ruled a king named Raja. He was an admired and powerful ruler, wise beyond measure, and loved by his people. His father, Chithra Maharaja, was a revered king, and his mother, Vichithra, was known for her grace and intelligence.

King Raja had a court filled with the most learned and talented poets, but among them, one man stood out – Chakra. Chakra was a brilliant scholar, with a mind sharp as a blade, and an ear that caught even the faintest whisper. However, despite his many virtues, Chakra had one glaring flaw – he couldn’t resist eavesdropping on conversations that were none of his business. His habit was so persistent that it even drove a wedge between him and his wife, who, fed up with his sneaky behavior, left him.

One fine afternoon, as the golden rays of the sun bathed the royal gardens, King Raja strolled through the lush grounds, deep in thought. Suddenly, his old friend Chakra appeared, eager to share news with the king. They sat under a grand banyan tree, and Chakra began to speak of a long-forgotten tale—one that had been passed down in whispers through the years. He spoke of a conversation he overheard between Chithra Maharaja and Vichithra, a conversation that had been hidden for decades.

“Twenty-five years ago,” Chakra began, his voice lowering to a hush, “a child was brought to the kingdom. This child—an orphan—was crowned the new king by your father. No one knew who he was or where he came from, but your father believed in him deeply.”

As Chakra spoke, a chill ran down King Raja’s spine. His heart skipped a beat. "An orphan? Crowned king?" The words echoed in his mind like thunder. Before he could grasp the meaning, he fainted, his world spinning.

Servants rushed to the king’s side, carrying him back to the palace. When he regained consciousness, a strange letter lay beside him, written in the familiar hand of his father, Chithra Maharaja.

The next morning, after breakfast, a tense silence filled the air. King Raja was still reeling from what he had learned. Chithra Raj, his trusted advisor, arrived at the palace. He waited, pacing nervously, until finally, he discovered the letter on the king’s bed. It confirmed what Chakra had said—the king’s father had left the palace in secret. But the letter contained something more—something that sent a cold shiver through Rama’s veins.

Chithra Maharaja, a devout follower of Lord Shiva, had cursed anyone who lied to his son. “The one who speaks falsehood to my son,” the letter read, “shall grow horse ears and come to me seeking forgiveness.”

And so, as if cursed by the gods themselves, Vichithra—Raja’s mother—began to grow horse ears. In agony and fear, she cried out, "Did you backstab me? Did you betray me, my son?"

Desperate for answers, she sought an audience with King Raja. When she met him, her eyes were filled with tears, and she could hardly speak. "Did you stab me in the back, my son?" she asked, her voice trembling.

The king’s heart ached, but his mind was clouded by confusion and anger. He turned to his soldiers. “Lock her in the dungeons!” he ordered. “She has betrayed me and our kingdom!”

But it wasn’t long before the truth came to light. The story Vichithra overheard had been a twisted version of the truth—a tale spun by none other than Chithra Maharaja himself. Realizing the gravity of his rash decision, King Raja’s heart broke with regret.

With humility, the king returned to the palace and, with a deep bow, he sought forgiveness from his mother. "I was blinded by trust, and in my haste, I condemned you unjustly," he said, his voice thick with remorse. “I will be more careful in the future.”

And so, the king learned a valuable lesson—one that stayed with him for the rest of his reign. From that day on, King Raja became not only wiser but more compassionate. He learned that listening is an art, but to truly understand, one must not eavesdrop or jump to conclusions based on half-truths.

Moral of the Story: Blind trust can be dangerous. It is important to listen to others, but never eavesdrop. A kind heart seeks truth, not rumors.