In a vibrant town lived a talented painter named Ravi. Ravi had a magical touch; the birds he painted seemed ready to fly, and the landscapes he created felt alive. People from far and wide traveled to buy his masterpieces, and his fame grew every single day.
One evening, Ravi invited a few close friends to his home for a simple dinner. Among them was Somu, an old friend who had always admired Ravi's work. As they sat in the cozy living room, Somu began to look around the walls. He noticed something strange. Despite the fame of the host, the walls were completely bare. There wasn't even a single sketch hanging there.
"Ravi," Somu asked, puzzled, "your paintings are worth a fortune. Collectors fight to own them. Yet, your own home has no art at all. Why don't you decorate your walls with your own creations?"
Ravi smiled gently and replied, "Somu, my art belongs to the world now. It lives in museums and in the homes of people who find joy in it. I am a painter, not a wealthy merchant. I don't have enough money to buy back my own expensive paintings just to hang them on my walls."
Somu sat in silence, realizing that Ravi didn't care about decorating his house with his own name. He cared about the joy his art brought to others. Ravi's greatness lay not in what he owned, but in the selfless way he shared his talent with the world.
Moral
True greatness lies in humility and the selfless joy of sharing one's talents.
