In a peaceful village lived a young man named Arjun. Arjun dreamed of the glittering lights of the big city. He wanted a fancy job in a tall building, far away from the mud and sweat of the fields. His father, Ravi, a hardworking farmer, would often say, 'Arjun, the soil is our mother. Respect her, and she will feed you.' But Arjun would sigh, 'Father, I want a life of ease, not a life of labor.'
One day, Arjun left for the city. He tried many jobs—working in shops, delivering papers, and even trying to work in an office. But a sudden crisis hit the city, and jobs became scarce. Arjun found himself hungry and pennable, realizing that all the money in the world couldn't buy a meal if there was no food to be found. He felt lost and alone.
With a heavy heart and an empty stomach, he returned to his village. He saw Ravi in the field, his skin tanned by the sun, working steadily. Arjun ran to him, tears in his eyes. 'Father, I was wrong. I traveled far, but I realized that everything we need begins with the farmer.' Ravi smiled and handed Arjun a tool. Together, they stepped into the field, ready to work the land that sustains the world.
