Kural #238

Story behind this kural

In a small village nestled beside a whispering river, lived two potters, Arun and Bala. Arun crafted beautiful, intricate vessels, sought after by the king himself. His name echoed through the marketplace, praised for his skill and generosity. He taught his craft to any who wished to learn, sharing his knowledge freely. Bala, however, was envious. He made pots too, but they were plain and unremarkable. He hoarded his techniques, fearing competition, and grumbled about Arun's success. When Arun's kiln caught fire one day, Bala did nothing to help. Years passed. Arun's legacy lived on; his apprentices became skilled potters, spreading beauty throughout the land. But Bala? His name was spoken only in hushed whispers, a reminder of bitterness and missed opportunities. The only thing people recalled about him was the lack of kindness in his heart.