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The 5 Best Short Moral Stories with   valuable lesson Some of these stories are very short and basic. In fact some are so basic they’re most likely featured in children’s books somewhere. However, the strength of the message remains the same. Here’s some more of the best short moral stories: 1. An Old Man Lived in the Village Short Moral Stories - An Old Man An old man lived in the village. He was one of the most unfortunate people in the world. The whole village was tired of him; he was always gloomy, he constantly complained and was always in a bad mood. The longer he lived, the more bile he was becoming and the more poisonous were his words. People avoided him, because his misfortune became contagious. It was even unnatural and insulting to be happy next to him. He created the feeling of unhappiness in others. But one day, when he turned eighty years old, an incredible thing happened. Instantly everyone started hearing the rumour:   “An Old Man is happy today, he doesn’t co...

Moon Stained: Folklore Dark glows in the beautiful shining moon at night. Perhaps from this, this proverb would have been made - there is a scarring in the moon, that is, a deficiency in something beautiful. According to Khasi folklore, there was no stain in the first moon. The moon was even more beautiful. There are many stories about the dark spots of the moon. One of these is folklore. It is believed that the moon, sun, wind, fire - all were members of the 'divine family'. Among them were sun, wind, fire - these three sisters and Chand was their only brother. The sun and moon were the most beautiful among these siblings. The beauty of both was amazing wherever they went; Their beauty surprised the people, the mother gave them such good values ​​that the four used to live together. Always used to help each other. His family was a happy family. Seeing which people were jealous of them. Gradually the four siblings started growing up laughing. Discussion of his appearance began ...

मून स्टेन्ड: फोकलोर रात में खूबसूरत चमकते चाँद में अंधेरा छा जाता है। शायद इस से, यह कहावत बनी होगी - चाँद में एक दाग है, यानी कुछ सुंदर में कमी। खासी लोककथाओं के अनुसार, पहले चंद्रमा में कोई दाग नहीं था। चाँद और भी सुंदर था। चंद्रमा के काले धब्बों के बारे में कई कहानियां हैं। इन्हीं में से एक है लोकगीत। ऐसा माना जाता है कि चाँद, सूरज, हवा, अग्नि - ये सभी moon दिव्य परिवार ’के सदस्य थे। उनमें सूर्य, पवन, अग्नि - ये तीन बहनें और चंद उनके एकमात्र भाई थे। इन भाई-बहनों में सूर्य और चंद्रमा सबसे सुंदर थे। वे जहां भी गए, दोनों की सुंदरता अद्भुत थी; उनकी सुंदरता ने लोगों को आश्चर्यचकित किया, माँ ने उन्हें इतने अच्छे मूल्य दिए कि चारों एक साथ रहते थे। हमेशा एक-दूसरे की मदद करते थे। उनका परिवार एक खुशहाल परिवार था। जिसे देखकर लोगों को उनसे जलन होती थी। धीरे-धीरे चारों भाई-बहन हँसने लगे। उनके स्वरूप की चर्चा दूर-दूर तक होने लगी। बहनें समझदार थीं, इसलिए वे जिम्मेदार निकले, लेकिन भाई चंद बुरी संगत में पड़ गए। वह बौने लोगों से जुड़े; जो अपनी ऊंचाई के कारण न केवल छोटे थे, बल्कि गंदे काम भी करते थे। ...

                                                         कौन सा फूल सबसे अच्छा है…।  यह कहानी है  भारत के एक गाँव की है।    किसी गाँव का नाम सोचिए।    बहुत समय पहले की बात है जब गाँव में  ए क बारात आई थी।    शादी के मौके पर हमेशा की तरह पूरा गांव बरात का स्वागत कर रहा था।    दरवाजे पर झूले लगे थे।    अशोक का हरा चिल्लाता हुआ गेंदा के पीले फूलों के साथ चीख हवा में बिखरे हुए थे। गाँव के सभी बड़े और छोटे लोग स्वच्छ कपड़े पहने या नए कपड़े पहने लड़की के आँगन के पास मंडरा रहे थे।    दालान के सामने बिस्तर में, तुलसी मोगर फूलों के गुच्छों के बीच रमणीय था।    सफेद घर सूरज की तेज किरणों के बीच चमक रहा था।    अंदर काफी भीड़ थी।    पुरुषों ने लाल और गुलाबी केसरिया टाई पहनी थी।    कभी वह खौफ में मुस्कुराई तो कभी अपनी खुश मुद्रा में मुस्कुराई। ...

  Which flower is the best ....                         My blog: Story       This story is from a village in India.  Think of any village name.  It is a matter of long ago when a procession came in the village.  Like always on the occasion of marriage, the whole village was garnering welcome to Barat.  There were swinging doors at the door.  Ashoka's green screaming paan with yellow flowers of marigold were scattered in the air by screams. All the big and small people of the village were hovering near the courtyard of the girl dressed in clean wash or wearing new clothes.  In the bed in front of the hallway, Tulsi Mogar was delightful among the bunches of flowers.  The white house was glowing amid the bright rays of the sun.  There was a lot of crowd inside.  The men wore red and pink saffron ties.  Sometimes he smiled awe and sometimes smiled at his hap...