Story On A Foolish Milk-Maid.
Once a farmer lived in a village. His wife was dead. He had a young daughter. The farmer used to milk the cows while his daughter used to carry milk to the town.
One day she was going to the market. She carried the pitcher full of milk on her head. She started building castles in the air. She said to herself. "By selling milk I shall get five rupees. With this money I shall buy a cock and hen. The hen will lay eggs.
From eggs I shall get fowls. By selling them, I shall become rich. Then I shall buy many beautiful dresses, new shoes and powder, etc. I shall look like a queen. The headman of the village will like to marry me. But I shall move my head like this."
No sooner did she toss her head than the pitcher of milk fell down on the ground. The whole milk was spilt. She cried but it was no use crying over spilt milk. All her hopes and aspirations dashed to the ground.
Moral: Do not build castles in the air.
Once a farmer lived in a village. His wife was dead. He had a young daughter. The farmer used to milk the cows while his daughter used to carry milk to the town.
One day she was going to the market. She carried the pitcher full of milk on her head. She started building castles in the air. She said to herself. "By selling milk I shall get five rupees. With this money I shall buy a cock and hen. The hen will lay eggs.
From eggs I shall get fowls. By selling them, I shall become rich. Then I shall buy many beautiful dresses, new shoes and powder, etc. I shall look like a queen. The headman of the village will like to marry me. But I shall move my head like this."
No sooner did she toss her head than the pitcher of milk fell down on the ground. The whole milk was spilt. She cried but it was no use crying over spilt milk. All her hopes and aspirations dashed to the ground.
Moral: Do not build castles in the air.
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