In a bright, green village lived a young boy named Anbarasu. He was a lively boy, but he had one habit: he loved collecting things. Whether it was shiny stones, wooden toys, or sweet candies, he wanted to keep everything for himself in a big wooden chest.
One sunny afternoon, his grandfather, a wise old man, called him over. 'Anbarasu, I have a special treasure for you,' he said, handing him a small, dusty box. Anbarasu’s eyes sparkled. He imagined gold coins or sparkling diamonds inside.
But when he opened the box, his face fell. There were no jewels—only a few old, worn-out books. 'Grandpa, why are you giving me these?' Anbarasu complained. 'Toys can break and candies disappear, but these books are just heavy paper!'
Grandfather smiled gently and sat beside him. 'My dear boy, the toys you collect will eventually break, and the sweets will be eaten. But the knowledge inside these pages is a treasure that no one can steal and nothing can destroy. The wisdom you gain today will guide you through every storm in your life, long after these toys are gone.'
Anbarasu decided to give the books a chance. He started reading, one page at a time. Years passed, and Anbarasu grew into a wise and kind doctor. When a sudden illness struck the village, it was the knowledge he had gathered as a boy that allowed him to heal the sick and save lives. Looking back, he realized his grandfather was right: the learning he acquired in his youth was the only treasure that truly stayed with him forever.
