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ЁЯжЕ The King and His Eagle

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King Sultan had a loyal eagle named Garuda. They had crossed deserts, jungles, and mountains together. They were the best of friends. One day, the king journeyed alone through a harsh land. He grew tired, hungry, and very, very thirsty. At last, he found a beautiful waterfall. He rushed to fill his bowl to drink. But SWOOSH! Garuda flew down and knocked the bowl from his hands. The king tried again. Again, Garuda stopped him. Angry and weak, the king shouted, “Why are you doing this?!” At last, in a burst of rage, he struck Garuda with his sword. The eagle fell, silent and still. Tears filled the king’s eyes. “I’m sorry, my friend…” He left the water behind and climbed the mountain, heart heavy. At the top, he saw something terrible— A dead, venomous snake at the stream’s source. The water was poisoned. Garuda had been trying to save him. The king cried, holding his empty bowl, realizing he had lost the friend who gave everything for him. Moral: A friend may stop you, annoy you, or see...
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The Umbrella of Kindness (рджрдпा рдХी рдЫрддрд░ी)

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In a quiet little village nestled in the hills, lived a kind-hearted girl named Amyra. One day, while watching some tourists, she saw something magical—a blue umbrella so bright and beautiful it seemed to light up the valley. The tourists admired the bear pendant Amyra wore and offered her the umbrella in exchange. Without hesitation, she traded it. From that day on, Amyra walked proudly through the village with her new umbrella. Everyone stared, some with awe, others with envy. The village shopkeeper, Kalia, couldn't stop thinking about the umbrella. He wanted it badly. One day, he asked a boy named Dholu working for him to steal it. But Dholu was caught, and everyone soon learned that Kalia had sent him. The villagers turned away from Kalia, and he sat in his empty shop, ashamed and lonely. Amyra saw his sadness. Though she loved the umbrella, she realized it had caused too much trouble. So, she walked into his shop one day and quietly handed him the umbrella. Kalia was touched. ...
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Ek Neeley Drum ki Kahani ussi ki Jubani... (рдПрдХ рдиीрд▓े рдб्рд░рдо рдХी рдХрд╣ाрдиी рдЙрд╕ी рдХी рдЬुрдмाрдиी...)

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Mai hu ek Neela Drum, tum sb log mujhe jaantey ho, agar nhi jaantey toh abhi jaan pehchan kr lete hai. Mai har ghar mai dekha jata hu.... Hota mai kisi ek ya do ghar ka hu... par istemaal mujhe pura mohala krta hai.... Akhir sharing is caring hm Indians ke khoon mai hoti hai. Kabhi kisi ki kanak store krta hu, kabhi pani ki supply na aaney pr emergency water storage tank ka kaam krta hu aur kabhi kisi ne ghar bnwaya ho ya bnte dekha hotoh janta hi hoga meri ehmiyat, lentar daalte time ho ya fir tiles bhigo kr rkhni ho mai hmesa hoo na. Trust me DIYs and best out of waste ke liye toh mereko rank 1 resource ka award de hi do. Itihaas gawaah hai ki maine apni aakhiri saanso tk kisi na kisi ke kaam aane ki puri kosis ki hai nhi vishwas hota toh abhi proof kr dete hai. Yaad kro jb tumharey bdo ne mere khraab hone pr mujhe half krke mujh mai ek paudha lga kr mujhe jeene ki ek aur wajah di thi aur kitni baar toh gaon mai mujhe kaat kr mujh mai paani daal kr pashu pakshiyo ko paani pilaya jata...
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