In a peaceful village lived a young boy named Kavin. He was energetic and brave, but he had one flaw: he thought being brave meant never being afraid of anything. One evening, his grandfather, an elderly man named Arul, sat him down. 'Kavin,' he said seriously, 'the old well near the edge of the forest is unstable. Do not play near it. It is dangerous.' Kavin just laughed, 'Grandpa, I am strong! Nothing can hurt me.'
The next afternoon, while playing hide-and-seek with his friend, Meera, Kavin wandered too close to the forbidden well. He thought to himself, 'Grandpa is just being old-fashioned. Nothing will happen.' But as he stepped near the edge, the ground crumbled beneath his feet. He slipped, his heart racing with sudden, cold terror. He managed to grab a thick root just in time, dangling precariously over the dark hole.
Meera saw him and quickly called for help. Kavin’s hands were shaking, and he realized that his lack of caution wasn't bravery—it was foolishness. He understood then that true wisdom lies in respecting danger and listening to experience. From that day on, Kavin wasn't a coward, but he was always careful.
