See the source image. FOLKTALES OF INDIA. TALES FROM UTTAR PRADESH.
Once upon a time, there lived a brahmin in a small hut..
He was happily eating the rice he had collected. After having dined off to his heart’s content, he would then make sure that not a single grain was wasted. He would fill the pot with the leftover rice, hang it on a hook and then lay on his cot..
He would then intently stare at the pot and wonder. ‘’ The pot is indeed brim full of rice. With this, I shall buy a couple of goats, they will have young ones every six months..
Then with the goats I shall buy cows. As soon as they have calves,.
I shall buy buffaloes! Oh and then I have a whole herd. I shall now sell the herd..
With the money I shall buy a house of gold! Then one day a brahmin will come to my house and will give me his beautiful daughter with a large dowry!.
Soon we would have a son and I shall call him Somarsman. When he is old enough I would carry him on my shoulders. He would then play some pranks and try to pull my hair off. I would lose control and my leg would start swinging in the air’’ As he was imagining, he accidentally kicked the bowl of rice, in result the bowl broke and fell on the floor..
THE BROKEN POT. MORAL- Never build castles in air!.