Ramesh Tiwari

Often I call my stories masterpieces and appreciate the beauty, subtlety and profundity of the book and its clear elegant prose. You must be amazed to think that I am haughty or too proud of my skill and intelligence. In point of fact it is not I who wrote these stories but a revelation from great Gurudev dictated them to me. Whenever I read the book again, I wonder if it was written by me. However, if you want to make the most of the book, I would recommend you to read it over and over again. “If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.” ― Oscar Wilde

Hard work is fundamental to success but responsibility, self-restraint, determination and logical mind are four vital keys to it. Since wasters lack these qualities, poverty tags along with them. And if someone comes forward to alleviate their misery, they are certain to be disappointed because no one on the earth can do it unless they provide them lifelong support. Karamchand dragged his cot under the old banyan tree which, though had very few leaves left on its branches as he had sold them to forage vendors twice in the last few months, was the only thing outside his ramshackle house that could afford him some shelter from the afternoon sun. He had sold his lactating cow a few weeks after it had calved. All he had as the dairy cattle was a buffalo which was dried off. He had sold off his food surpluses too. Now that he was bored with roti and salt, he wanted to purchase some vegetables. He lay on the cot, pondering on what to sell. His thoughts went to the trees, but he had already