Once upon a time, in a small village, there lived a poor Brahmin who worked hard every day performing religious ceremonies and studying the scriptures. However, he didn't have much success, as he struggled to make ends meet.
One day, feeling tired and sad, the Brahmin decided to rest under a big tree in his garden. While resting, he wondered if a divine spirit lived in the tree that could help him if he showed respect. With this thought, the Brahmin brought a bowl of milk and placed it at the base of the tree as an offering. To his surprise, a cobra appeared from a nearby hole and drank the milk. Realizing that the cobra was a divine spirit, he decided to offer milk every day.
As time passed, the cobra drank the milk that the Brahmin offered, and in return, it left a gold coin in the bowl. Soon, the Brahmin became rich, and he had a big house, lots of land, and many nice things.
One day, the Brahmin had to go to another village for important work. He told his son to give the daily milk to the cobra. The son did what his father said, but when he saw the gold coin in the bowl, he became greedy. He thought that if the cobra gave a gold coin for just a bowl of milk, it must have lots of treasure hidden in its hole. Wanting to take all the treasure, the son tried to kill the cobra with a stick when it came out to drink the milk. However, the cobra was fast and smart. It moved away from the stick and bit the boy with its sharp teeth. The boy died right away because the cobra's bite was very dangerous.
When the Brahmin came back, he was very sad to see his son dead near the tree. He understood what had happened and felt great pain. However, despite his loss, the Brahmin continued to offer milk to the cobra, but the cobra never appeared again, and there were no more gold coins to be found in the bowl. The Brahmin realized that he had lost his wealth, but more importantly, he had lost his son due to the greed and foolishness of wanting more.
Once upon a time, in a really cozy village, there was this guy called a Brahmin. Think of him as the teacher, preacher, and also the party planner all rolled into one. He worked super hard but still, he had more month at the end of his money than money at the end of his month. You get it?
So one sunny afternoon, the Brahmin thought, "Whew! Time for a timeout!" He went and sat under this huge, old tree in his yard. "Hmm," he wondered, "What if this tree is like a magical clubhouse with a super-friendly, magical snake living in it?" The Brahmin grabbed a bowl of milk—kind of like how you'd leave out cookies for Santa—and placed it near the tree's roots. And would you believe it? A snake came out and drank the milk like it was the best thing ever. "Wowzers!" thought the Brahmin. "I've got myself a milk-loving, magical snake friend!"
From then on, he put out a bowl of milk for his snake friend every day. And you won't believe it—the snake started leaving a shiny gold coin in the bowl. Talk about paying rent! Soon, the Brahmin was living the good life. He even got a bigger house!
But then, the Brahmin had to go away for a few days. So he told his son, "Make sure you keep up the daily milk delivery for our snake pal, okay?"
"Got it, Dad," said the son. But when he saw the gold coin, his eyes lit up like fireworks! "Whoa! If our snake friend can give one gold coin for a bowl of milk, imagine the treasure pile he must be sitting on!"
Feeling like a treasure hunter, the boy tried to hit the snake with a stick when it came out for its milk. But the snake was faster than a spinning top! It dodged the stick and said, "Oh, that's how you wanna play, huh?" And, snap! Bit the boy. That snake had some really powerful chompers. Game over for the kiddo.
When the Brahmin returned and saw what happened, his heart felt heavier than a bag of rocks. He still put out the milk for the snake, but guess what? The snake never showed up again, and the gold coins stopped appearing too.
"Ah," sighed the Brahmin, "I may have lost my gold coins, but that's just glittery stuff. The real treasure was my boy. But he lost himself, just 'cause he wanted 'more, more, more!'"
And that, was the biggest lesson the Brahmin ever learned. When you've got a good thing going, sometimes good is good enough.
In a garden bright and grand,
Lived a Brahmin, kind and bland.
Working hard, day by day,
Yet fortune kept him at bay.
Under a tree, he'd often ponder,
"Is there magic here, I wonder?"
With a heart so pure and meek,
He placed milk by the tree each week.
From a hole, a cobra came,
Drinking the milk, without any claim.
And as a thank-you for his deed,
A gold coin was left, indeed!
With coins aplenty, the Brahmin soared,
A large house, lands, treasures he stored.
But once, he went away, so neat,
And left his son with the milk treat.
Seeing gold, the son grew keen,
"More treasure there must be, unseen!"
With a stick, he tried to attack,
But the cobra bit back, in a flash so black.
Returning home, the Brahmin cried,
Seeing his son, who had sadly died.
Though he placed milk, day by day,
The cobra never again came his way.
Gold vanished, but a lesson stayed,
For in greed, a heavy price was paid.
The Brahmin learned, through sorrow and tear,
That love and trust were treasures most dear.
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