Question

write a short story on any topic

Answer 1

THE FISHER MAN AND THE LITTLE FISH

Once upon a time there was a Koli fisherman. His job was to catch fish. he sold them in the market and thereby earned his bread.

Once there were no rains. The streams, ponds and rivers went dry. The fisherman was on the brink (point) of starvation. He went from pond to pond and stream to stream, but he failed miserably to catch any fish. Now the situation was getting very grave. He searched at last a small pond with very shallow water. He went into the muddy water. He looked for some fish. At last he succeeded. He caught a very very small fish. He was about to kill it. The tiny fish requested him very humbly, "Dear fisherman, do not kill me. I am too small. Please put me back in the pond, let me grow fast and fleshy. Come after six months. I shall be a good feast for you and your guests," Then she kept mum.

Now it was entirely in the hands of Koli fisherman to spare it or kill it. But the fish was very hopeful of being excused. She thought that her appeal was having the desired effect because the fisherman pondered (though) for a while. Then the fisherman said very seriously, "Perhaps you might not come back to be caught,when you have grown-up. A little fish is far far better than no fish at all, so I think I need no pity on you". So saying he killed her and ate it up. He relished it thoroughly.

Moral:-Something is better than nothing.
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TWELVE WEAVERS OR FINDING THE MISSING MAN

Once in Julaha Nagar, there lived twelve weavers. They worked on their looms day and night. They never ventured out of their village. They were very happy with their lot.

But once on an urgent business, they had to go out of their village. They did it much against their wishes. They had a fear of losing one-two of them. They were very simple people. Except their own village, they knew nothing of the world. Anyway they started on their long journey.

Now there was a large river which they had to cross. In order to avoid the loss of any one of them in strong current of the water, they tied themselves with a rope. They crossed the river, Nothing unusual happened. When they reached the other bank of the river, they began to count themselves. This they did in order to be doubly sure.

Each one counted the other eleven and forgot to count himself. Thus they counted hundreds of times but they found that one of them was definitely washed away in the river. They sat down and began to weep loudly. One passerby who saw them weeping reached them. He at once understood their foolishness and simple-mindedness. He took out his shoe and stuck it on each, counted and completed the number twelve. The weavers were very happy.

Thanks God, they were twelve. None was missing. Their problem was that the one who began counting, forgot to count himself. They vowed never go out of their Julaha Nagar, for the rest of their life

Moral:-Foolishness has no end

Answer 2

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NO PAIN, NO GAIN

There were two stones, who loved their life. They were huge in size. Once, a sculptor approached one stone and asked

"Can I make a statue out of you?"

"A statue, No way. You will hammer me, and it hurts me. Also my size will be reduced. You cannot make a statue out of me"

The sculptor was very sad. He wanted to make a statue to show his skills. So, now he approached the other stone, hoping that it would help him. He asked,

" Can I make a statue out of you? "

"Hmm, a statue, sure you can, but I have one condition."

"What is it?"

" Well, Just turn me into a beautiful one."

The sculptor readily agreed. He was very happy. So, he started hammering the stone. He beared immense pain and finally it was turned into a beautiful deity.

When, the sculptor displayed his amazing talent, to the audience, they were impressed. It was made with perfection. The manager of the district too saw the deity. He said the sculptor

" Wow, Your work is simply amazing, I would love to make a temple for this deity."

The sculptor was delighted. He lend the deity to the district manager, and earned a lot of money. A beautiful temple was built, and the deity was now treated with extreme care. The other stone which disagreed with the sculptor was now of no use, except to break coconuts on it!
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