The pot broke into a hundred pieces.
Once upon a time, in a small village in Andhra Pradesh, there lived a poor Brahmin named Somaiah. He was honest but struggled to feed his family. Every day, he would go door to door for alms, but he barely got enough. any story in telugu with moral
For a few days, he was happy. He ate his fill of dal every day. But slowly, greed began to creep into his mind. "This pot only gives one dal at a time. It is so slow. What if I can get many dals at once? Maybe I can break it open and find the secret inside. Perhaps there is a treasure of many dals hidden in the wall of the pot." The pot broke into a hundred pieces
Soon, Somaiah realized it was a magical pot. No matter how many times he emptied it, it would produce one fresh, hot moong dal again and again. He was thrilled. "I will never go hungry again!" he thought. He took the pot home. Every day, he would go door to door
Somaiah stared in horror. He searched every broken shard. There was no treasure inside, no secret compartment. Just broken clay. The magic was gone. He now had no pot, no endless dal, and was poorer and more miserable than before.