Kural #538

Story behind this kural

In a village nestled beside a whispering river, lived two potters, Kumar and Ravi. Both crafted exquisite clay vessels, admired throughout the land. Kumar, however, was known for his carelessness. He’d often chat with friends while firing his kiln, leaving the flames unchecked. Many of his pots cracked, their beauty lost. Ravi, on the other hand, was meticulous. He tended his kiln with unwavering focus, ensuring the perfect temperature and timing. His pots, strong and flawless, were always in demand. The villagers flocked to his stall, eager to purchase his creations. One day, the King announced a grand feast and commissioned pots from both potters. Kumar, distracted by a festival, rushed his work. His pots crumbled before they could even be filled. Ravi, with his steady hand and careful eye, delivered a collection of sturdy, beautiful vessels. The feast was a success, and Ravi's reputation soared, while Kumar's name faded from memory.