Moral Stories

Once upon a time, there lived a potter. He was an honest man who made a living out of making pottery and selling it to the villagers. The pottery making was his life. He started making pottery when he was seven with his grandfather, who was a master potter in his village. Then, after his grandfather passed away, he worked with his father. And after his father passed away, he became the master potter in his village. The potter made various types of pottery ware. Cooking pots, vases, lamps, kettles, jugs, mugs, and teapots—he made everything. One day, a deity appeared in front of him. “Pottery maker, I am giving you one wish. You are an…

Once upon a time, there lived a poor man. This man was a wood cutter. He cut down trees for other people. For each tree he cut, he received a small amount of money as compensation. But it was not enough for him to fulfill his needs. The wood cutter had to do something about it. One night after a tiring day, the wood cutter got into thinking. He thought of all the things he could do. But he could not imagine him doing those things. He could not be a farmer because he did not have any land. And he did not know how to make pottery or anything. The only thing he knew was that he was cutting down trees.

Once upon a time, there was a farming family in a village. The husband was called Gamarala, and his wife was called Gamahamine. They lived in a small, mud-thatched house with a rice-straw roof. They had been expecting a child for quite some time. Gamarala was a hard-working and caring man. He went to his cultivation to work in the fields early in the morning and came back in the evening. Meanwhile, his wife did all the household work, including cooking, collecting firewood, doing laundry by hand, keeping the house neat and clean and feeding the cows. Months passed by like this.