MONKEY RETURNS
Pic.: Sheela Krishnamony T his is my childhood story. Every time I read it, it makes me peaceful… I have told this story many times before in my blog and in our PD sessions… I wish to tell it, once again, today. I n a village, there lived this milkman. Every day, he walked near and far to sell milk in the village. With whatever money he earned, he was content and lived a simple yet happy life with his family. And, as years passed by, a thought began to trouble him: “I am getting older and tired… I won’t be able to go around the village like this for long… The family needs are increasing… my daughters have to be married… and, at this rate, it would be hard for me to face my future.” Thus, with the hope that he could make some quick money and secure his future, the milkman started to add some quantity of water in the milk, which went unnoticed in the beginning. As time went by, the water quantity in the milk began to increase, and, his customers began ...