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When the Rains Whispered Her Name The rain didn’t knock gently that evening. It barged in — unapologetic and loud — drenching the city in a restless melancholy. The kind of rain that didn’t ask for your permission to bring old memories along. And somewhere in the middle of honking cars, fogged-up windows, and wet pavements… I saw her. Again. No, she wasn’t there. Not physically. But her name echoed every time a raindrop hit the sidewalk. As if the sky was whispering her back into my life. I had just entered my favorite café — the one tucked behind the row of dying bookstores at Church Street. A quiet place. Always smelled like burnt espresso and damp pages. It used to be our spot. Mine and Aanya’s. I ordered the same thing I always did: black coffee, two sugars, no milk. She used to laugh at that. “You’re such a contradiction,” she’d say, stirring her creamy latte, “sweet on the inside but pretending to be all dark and broody.” God, I hated how right she was. I took my coffee and settl...

The Golden Seeds of Kindness

 The Golden Seeds of Kindness


Once upon a time, in a small, sunlit village, there lived a poor farmer named Kunal. He owned a tiny patch of land that barely produced enough crops to feed his family. Despite his struggles, Kunal was known for his kind heart. He would share what little he had with those in need, even if it meant going to bed hungry.

Golden seeds


One day, while tilling his field, Kunal found a pouch buried in the soil. It was filled with shiny golden seeds that sparkled in the sunlight. Surprised and curious, he took the seeds to the village elder, an old and wise woman named Grandma Leela.


“These are magical seeds,” Grandma Leela said after examining them. “If you plant them with kindness in your heart, they will grow into something extraordinary. But beware—they only respond to pure intentions. Greed will ruin their magic.”


Kunal thanked her and decided to plant the seeds. He carefully prepared the soil and sowed them with love, thinking about how their fruits could help his family and the entire village. He watered them daily and tended to them with care.


Weeks passed, and Kunal noticed that the seeds had sprouted into golden stalks that shimmered like sunlight. Soon, the stalks bore golden fruits. The fruits were unlike anything he had ever seen—glowing and warm to the touch.


Kunal harvested a few fruits and took them to the market. To his astonishment, they fetched a high price, enough to buy plenty of food, tools, and even a new pair of shoes for his daughter.


But Kunal didn’t stop there. He shared the golden fruits with his neighbors, especially those who were struggling like him. He gave some to the village healer, who used them to make medicines, and to the village school, where the children ate them during lunch.


The more Kunal shared, the more the golden plants grew. His field flourished, and soon, the entire village began to prosper. People admired Kunal’s generosity and started helping one another, inspired by his kindness.


However, word of the magical golden fruits spread to a neighboring village, where a greedy landlord named Bhaskar lived. Bhaskar was a wealthy man, but his heart was cold. He wanted the golden fruits for himself and decided to steal them.


One night, Bhaskar snuck into Kunal’s field and took a bag full of golden seeds. He returned to his land, eager to grow his fortune. He planted the seeds but did so with selfish thoughts of becoming even richer.


The seeds sprouted, but instead of golden plants, they grew into thorny weeds. The weeds spread rapidly, choking Bhaskar’s crops and destroying his fields. Bhaskar tried to uproot them, but the more he pulled, the faster they grew.


Terrified, Bhaskar went to Kunal and confessed his theft. “Please forgive me,” he begged. “I was greedy and wanted the magic of your seeds for myself.”


Kunal, with his ever-kind heart, forgave Bhaskar. He explained, “The seeds grow only when nurtured with kindness and shared with others. Greed and selfishness destroy their magic.”


Bhaskar learned his lesson and asked Kunal to teach him the ways of kindness. With time, Bhaskar began to change, helping others and giving generously. To everyone’s amazement, the weeds in his fields turned into golden plants, proving that even the hardest hearts can change with genuine effort.


From that day, the village and its neighbors became places of generosity and compassion, all thanks to the golden seeds and Kunal’s unwavering kindness.


Moral of the Story:

Kindness and generosity multiply blessings, while greed and selfishness only lead to ruin. True prosperity comes 

from sharing and helping others.


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