Once upon a time, in a small village in Andhra Pradesh, there lived a poor Brahmin named Somaiah. He was honest but struggled to feed his family. Every day, he would go door to door for alms, but he barely got enough.
The pot broke into a hundred pieces.
Somaiah stared in horror. He searched every broken shard. There was no treasure inside, no secret compartment. Just broken clay. The magic was gone. He now had no pot, no endless dal, and was poorer and more miserable than before. any story in telugu with moral
Soon, Somaiah realized it was a magical pot. No matter how many times he emptied it, it would produce one fresh, hot moong dal again and again. He was thrilled. "I will never go hungry again!" he thought. He took the pot home. Once upon a time, in a small village