Hello everyone,
This story if you recollect is a classic story of our times and I believe each one of you still remember the moral behind the story.
Once upon a time there was a milkmaid named Radha, who would deliver milk in a village to all the inhabitants. She would carry a pot made of clay on her head and walk through the village to provide milk to her customers.
One day, as she was on her daily errand to distribute milk, she started dreaming. She said to herself that with the milk she would sell today, she will go buy eggs from the market. She would then allow the eggs to hatch to fine chicken. Once the chicken would grow into hens, she would sell the hens and make a lot of money. She thought then she would become so rich that there will be queue of prospective grooms all wanting to marry her. She would then shake her head in denial until she meets someone befitting and worthy of her. So lost was she in her thoughts, that she started shaking her head vigorously. As soon as she shook her head, the milk pot on her head fell down and broke. All the milk was spilt.
MORAL: never count the chicken before they hatch; building castles in air will not last
Gracias :)
This story if you recollect is a classic story of our times and I believe each one of you still remember the moral behind the story.
Once upon a time there was a milkmaid named Radha, who would deliver milk in a village to all the inhabitants. She would carry a pot made of clay on her head and walk through the village to provide milk to her customers.
One day, as she was on her daily errand to distribute milk, she started dreaming. She said to herself that with the milk she would sell today, she will go buy eggs from the market. She would then allow the eggs to hatch to fine chicken. Once the chicken would grow into hens, she would sell the hens and make a lot of money. She thought then she would become so rich that there will be queue of prospective grooms all wanting to marry her. She would then shake her head in denial until she meets someone befitting and worthy of her. So lost was she in her thoughts, that she started shaking her head vigorously. As soon as she shook her head, the milk pot on her head fell down and broke. All the milk was spilt.
MORAL: never count the chicken before they hatch; building castles in air will not last
Gracias :)
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