For a few days, he was happy. He ate his fill of dal every day. But slowly, greed began to creep into his mind. "This pot only gives one dal at a time. It is so slow. What if I can get many dals at once? Maybe I can break it open and find the secret inside. Perhaps there is a treasure of many dals hidden in the wall of the pot."
He ignored the small voice of wisdom in his head. One evening, he took a big stone, held the pot in his hands, and struck it with all his force. any story in telugu with moral
Just then, he saw a little earthen pot lying near the roots of the tree. Curious, he picked it up. To his shock, there was nothing inside, but when he turned it upside down, a single pappu (cooked moong dal) fell out. He was hungry, so he ate it. As soon as he put the pot back on the ground, another dal fell out! Then another, and another. For a few days, he was happy
Somaiah stared in horror. He searched every broken shard. There was no treasure inside, no secret compartment. Just broken clay. The magic was gone. He now had no pot, no endless dal, and was poorer and more miserable than before. "This pot only gives one dal at a time