Welcome to 81st Monday Musings:
Once upon a time, there lived a farmer who had a little land.
His name was Heera and he was a very kind and good-natured person.
He lived in a hut on his land with his wife and children and earned by selling whatever crops he could produce on his small land.
Heera loved to help others. Whenever someone fell ill or needed something badly, Heera was there to help that person.
If someone died in the village, Heera assisted the family members of the deceased person in whichever way he could.
If anyone fell ill at night, Heera was right beside the village doctor to help him prepare the medicines and tend to the sick.
There seemed to be none who hated this man. He appeared to be loved by one and all.
But there was one person who hated Heera with all his heart.
He was Pinna, a neighbor of Heera, who lived in the land next to him.
A lazy person by nature, Pinna hardly put in as much effort to cultivate his land as Heera did to produce crops in his own.
So when the harvest season arrived every year, Pinna found that he had very few crops to sell.
Heera on the other hand, earned a handsome profit through the selling of his produces.
One year, Pinna could no longer contain his jealousy. Just days before Heera was to reap his harvest,
Pinna set fire to his crops at night.
Heera was asleep at this time and it was only the alertness of one of his other neighbor’s that saved much of his crops from being perished in the deadly flames of the fire that Pinna had lighted.
When the flames were doused, Heera saw which direction the fire had started from. Panna's animosity towards him was unknown to Heera. But he let the matters rest and decided to take action only if he saw Pinna repeating his dastardly act once again.
That year, Heera managed to sell the rest of his crops at a good price but he could not make much profit for a good part of his produces had been burnt.
He had a heavy heart but he did not like to tell anyone about it.
Only days later, Heera was awakened by the sound of lamentations. He went out to find a crowd beside Panna's hut.
He rushed to find that Panna's son had fallen ill. He found that the village doctor was unable to provide a cure to his illness.
Heera knew what he had to do. He untied his own horse and rode it. Then he rushed to the town that was ten miles away and fetched a more experienced doctor who lived there.
This doctor was able to guess the disease correctly and provided an exact cure for it. Within hours, the boy was found to sleep soundly and Heera went with the doctor to take him back to the town.
A day later, Pinna went to Heera's hut and began to weep bitterly. He confessed to his sins but was surprised when Heera told him that he knew about it all.
"You knew that I had set fire to your crops? And still you fetched the doctor for my son?" asked the astonished Pinna.
Heera nodded and said, "I did what I knew was right. Could I do wrong just because you had done so?"
Pinna stood up and embraced Heera. Both men were in tears and so were the others who stood by them.
From that day, Pinna changed himself. Within a year, he could produce much crops in his land through his hard work. When the others asked him how he had changed so much, he only replied,
"It was the goodness and love of Heera that transformed me."
Moral of the story :
Always be nice to your friends. Be nicer to your enemies (sometimes It works J)
Make it a great Week !
Shailesh
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