(JAI MA KALI)
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THE GRATEFUL BEE
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A bee while flying suddenly flumped down on a river.It was being swept away by the high current of the water.All its efforts to save itself proved as futile as the efforts of a butterfly to reach the vertex of the sky !
A kind dove was sitting on a branch of a larch at the bank of the river.Seeing the pathetic plight of the bee,he was chock-a-block with compassion.In order to save the bee,he plucked a broad leaf and dropped it on the river.
The bee perched on the leaf and was saved.It buzzed to the dove,'' I am beholden to you,sir,for saving my life.Some day I may be of some help to you.'' When its pinions were dried,it winged its way to its hive.
Some days rolled by.One day a nimrod took a potshot at the dove and was about to pull the trigger of the shotgun when the bee saw him.It realised that the dove was in imminent danger of being shot down.In the twinkling of an eye,it landed softly on the hand of the nimrod and urticated him very hard.The nimrod let out a yowl of pain .His hand was shaken and he missed the aim.In the meantime the dove,casting a gratuitous glance at the bee,fluttered away to safety.
MORAL:---Do good to others and you will be rewarded with goodness in return !
----DEVENDRA SRIVASTAVA
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THE GRATEFUL BEE
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A bee while flying suddenly flumped down on a river.It was being swept away by the high current of the water.All its efforts to save itself proved as futile as the efforts of a butterfly to reach the vertex of the sky !
A kind dove was sitting on a branch of a larch at the bank of the river.Seeing the pathetic plight of the bee,he was chock-a-block with compassion.In order to save the bee,he plucked a broad leaf and dropped it on the river.
The bee perched on the leaf and was saved.It buzzed to the dove,'' I am beholden to you,sir,for saving my life.Some day I may be of some help to you.'' When its pinions were dried,it winged its way to its hive.
Some days rolled by.One day a nimrod took a potshot at the dove and was about to pull the trigger of the shotgun when the bee saw him.It realised that the dove was in imminent danger of being shot down.In the twinkling of an eye,it landed softly on the hand of the nimrod and urticated him very hard.The nimrod let out a yowl of pain .His hand was shaken and he missed the aim.In the meantime the dove,casting a gratuitous glance at the bee,fluttered away to safety.
MORAL:---Do good to others and you will be rewarded with goodness in return !
----DEVENDRA SRIVASTAVA
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