In a peaceful valley lived two neighbors, Arjun and Vikram. Arjun was known for his kind heart, while Vikram was known for his stinginess. One summer, a terrible drought hit the valley. The wells ran dry, and the crops withered. People were hungry and desperate.
Arjun had a small store of grain. When an elderly woman knocked on his door, trembling with hunger, Arjun didn't hesitate for a second. He opened his doors and shared his meal with her immediately. Seeing his kindness, others felt encouraged to help one another.
Vikram, however, had a large granary. He locked it tight and ignored the pleas of his neighbors. 'This is my hard work! Why should I give it away?' he would shout. As the hunger grew, the villagers eventually had to gather at his gate and demand their share. It was only after much pressure, shouting, and struggle that Vikram finally opened his doors to release some grain. He was like the sugarcane—he only gave his sweetness when he was crushed and pressured. While Arjun's generosity flowed freely at the first word of need, Vikram's help only came through force. In the end, Arjun was respected by all, while Vikram lived with the shame of his selfishness.
