Once upon a time, somewhere there lived a stone breaker. He used to break stones very hard all day. His hands were very hard and his clothes were also very dirty.
One day, he went to work on a big stone. His work was not easy as it was very hot that day. After working for a few hours, he sat in the shade. After some time, he heard the sound of someone coming.
Getting up, he saw a long convoy of people. There were many soldiers and servants in that convoy. And in the middle of the convoy, a king was sitting in a palanquin. The king’s palanquin was picked up by some powerful people.
“How happy I would be if I were a king, not a stone breaker,” thought the stone breaker, looking at the king. As soon as these words came out of his mouth, then a wonderful thing happened.
The stone breaker saw that he was wearing silk clothes and was adorned with glittering jewellery. His hands were soft and he was sitting in a comfortable palanquin.
The convoy moved forward. Then the heat of the sun had also increased. The stone breaker, who had now become the king, started feeling very hot. As the afternoon approached, the heat of the sun increased, making the king even more restless.
“I am powerful, but the sun is even more powerful! I should be the sun instead of being the king,” the stone-breaker began to choke.
Thinking of this, he became the sun at once and started spreading his radiance on the earth. He began to shine very loudly; He burned the fields with his rays. But, no matter how bright it shone, he could not see beyond the clouds.
It is a sure thing that the clouds are stronger and more powerful than the sun,” said the stone-breaker, “but I must be a cloud”. Suddenly he saw that it had changed form to a dark, thick cloud.
It rained heavily on the fields, which caused a flood. All the trees and houses were washed away in the water. But nothing happened to the rock which he had once broken when he was about to break a stone.
“Why is that rock stronger than me?” Clouds formed, said the stone breaker. “Only a stone breaker can break a rock by his own ability.
How good it would be if I could be a stone breaker again” As he uttered these words, he found himself sitting on a stone.
His hands were hard. He picked up his tools and happily started working on the rock.
Moral of the Story – Stone Breaker
Man should be happy at all times
