In a bright, green village, lived a farmer named Kathir. He owned a vast stretch of land that used to glow with golden crops. One summer, Kathir became a bit lazy. He thought, 'Why should I sweat under the sun? I have workers. I will just sit under the shade and let them do everything.'
Kathir began spending his days resting and chatting with neighbors, leaving all the responsibility to his helpers. But the land felt his absence. Without Kathir’s watchful eye, the irrigation channels got blocked, and weeds began to choke the young plants. The workers, lacking the owner's strict care, grew careless too.
When harvest time arrived, Kathir walked to his field expecting gold, but found only withered, brown stalks. The land, feeling neglected, had refused to give him its bounty. It was as if the earth itself was upset with him. Realizing his mistake, Kathir didn't blame the workers; instead, he picked up his spade. He spent days tilling the soil and tending to the plants himself. Slowly, the earth responded to his touch, and the fields turned green once more.
