Short Moral Stories

Long ago, in the quiet town of Madhavpur, lived a young man named Arun. He was born into a wealthy family, whose gates never closed and whose voices carried weight in the council of elders. Among the workers in his grand home was a kind hearted girl named Meera. Every morning, as dawn touched the tamarind trees, she sang softly while sweeping the courtyard. She worked hard but never lost her smile. If a child cried, she comforted them. If someone fell sick, she brought water and herbs.   One morning, Arun noticed a thirsty bird struggling on the hot stones. As he watched, Meera gently sprinkled water near it, her movements careful and quiet. The bird drank and flew away. Arun’s heart stirred at her gentle kindness. From that day, he began to see her not just as a servant, but as a person of profound grace.   He admired her quietly. He noticed how her eyes glowed when she helped others and how her laughter made the house feel warm. Slowly, admiration ...

In a small village called Rampur, there lived a kind farmer named Raghavan. He was poor but honest. His wife, Lakshmi, was gentle and caring. They had two little sons Kiran and Arjun. Their house was old and made of clay, with a roof of straw. In summer, the clay walls kept them cool. But during the rainy season, it was a nightmare.   The roof was full of holes, chewed by rats. When it rained, water poured down like tiny waterfalls. Buckets and pots filled quickly, and the floor became muddy. The children huddled in one corner, shivering, while Lakshmi stayed awake all night, catching water in pots.   One Rainy Night Kiran, the elder brother, looked up at the leaking roof and said angrily,            “One day, I’ll build a big house — so strong that no rain can touch me!”   Arjun, the younger one, thought for a moment and said softly,            “When I grow up, I’l...