Kural #1015

Story behind this kural

In a village nestled beside a whispering river, lived two potters, Arun and Bala. Arun, known for his skillful hands and honest dealings, crafted beautiful vessels, earning the respect of all. Bala, however, envied Arun’s success. He began to sell flawed pots, covered in a thin layer of fine clay, deceiving the villagers. At first, Bala’s dishonest practices brought him quick wealth. But soon, the river of goodwill dried up. People discovered his deceit, and their trust in him shattered. His fine pots gathered dust, unsold. He was shunned, his home became empty, and his name was mud. Meanwhile, Arun, though not as wealthy, continued to thrive. His pots, though simple, were known for their quality. His reputation for integrity grew with each passing year, and his business prospered. People admired him, not just for his craft, but for the honesty that shone through all he did. Bala, in his selfish ambition, lost everything.