Once there was lived a farmer in a village .He was very hardworking and noble person. He was so nice in his personality that if hundred baggers ask for food from his doorstep ,he never denied to donate his blessings.
He used to work in fields from early in the morning till six in the evening. He always thank God for everything which he had in his life. His work was so tough which always made him sweating in the severe coldness of December.
There were many water pimples on his hands everyday he was back form fields to his house. His wife used to message his body and spread some oil on his hands. He used to say his wife that the days will turn and we will be the rich. Our life will be settle and our children will eat on the table in great hotels.
The time spent very quickly and they had three children. All the children were hard working as their father. Two of them were fond of studying. They focused on their studies . The Father used to cultivate crops in the field and feed them. One day he found a glass of mud from his. He put it aside out of the cleared patch. He thought that it was a stone not good for growing crops.
His wife came to the fields and that class lying on the path going to those fields. She noticed it and decided to take at home when she will be back. When she returned to the home she she was that glass more heavily with water.
She found it full of gold coins and glass itself was of gold. She was very happy and with ultimate happiness she ran towards her husband and told him the whole story. They decided to sell a few coins of the wealth they found. They went to jewelry shop and sold. They bought some beautiful books for their children.
The days had come when they were rich. They spent all there money but the father said that I cannot live without cultivating crops.
Indeed his hobby was deeply rooted in his heart. He could not leave it. It was his power.
No matter the man reaches at high level , but the person inside him lives the same which provides him peace and calm...
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