In a bright little village lived a boy named Arjun. Arjun was a kind boy, but he had one habit: he loved to talk. Not just talk, but talk endlessly. Even when someone asked him a simple question, he would weave long, winding stories that had no end. Eventually, his friends began to stop listening to him because his words felt like a never-ending maze.
One sunny afternoon, the village was preparing for a grand festival. A small accident happened near the well, and Arjun rushed to tell everyone. He started talking, and he kept talking. He described the color of the bucket, the way the sun was shining, and how the water felt. Ten minutes passed, and he still hadn't explained what actually happened. The villagers, busy with their work, simply walked away, tired of his rambling.
An old, wise man named Mr. Raghavan, who was known for his calm presence, approached Arjun. He sat beside him and said softly, 'Arjun, imagine you are giving a gift to a friend. If you wrap it in a mountain of heavy paper, your friend will struggle to find the gift. But if you wrap it in a single, beautiful ribbon, they will see the treasure instantly. Words are like that wrapping. If you use too many, the meaning gets lost.'
Arjun felt a sting of realization. He saw that by trying to say everything, he had actually said nothing at all. From that day on, Arjun practiced the art of being brief. He learned to choose his words carefully, making sure every sentence carried meaning. Soon, people didn't just listen to Arjun; they truly heard him.
