The Burning Coal
In a small village nestled between green hills, lived a blacksmith named Gopal. He was known for his strength and the intensity of his work. The clang of his hammer on the anvil could be heard all day long, as he forged tools, weapons, and horseshoes. Despite his rough exterior, Gopal had a soft heart and a deep sense of pride in his work.
One hot summer day, a quarrel broke out in the village. Gopal’s best friend, Ramesh, had been accused of cheating by a rival blacksmith, Hari. Gopal, who had always been loyal to Ramesh, was furious. He went to the marketplace, where the villagers had gathered to discuss the matter.
“Ramesh is an honest man!” Gopal shouted, his voice shaking with anger. “I will not stand by and let Hari spread lies about him!”
In his rage, Gopal approached Hari and demanded an apology. But Hari, equally hot-headed, didn’t back down. Instead, he taunted Gopal, calling him weak and claiming that his friend had always been a liar.
"How dare you call my friend a liar?" Gopal’s voice boomed as his fists clenched.
Without thinking, he picked up a nearby stone, ready to throw it at Hari. But before he could act, he paused. The villagers watched in silence as Gopal’s anger swelled inside him. The stone felt like a burning coal in his hand—an object that could bring destruction, but one that would burn him if he threw it.
Gopal stood frozen, the weight of his decision bearing down on him. He realized something crucial—the anger that raged inside him was not only directed at Hari, but it was also consuming him. If he threw the stone, it wouldn’t just harm Hari, but it would also damage his own soul. The burning coal would sear him first.
As the crowd waited, Gopal dropped the stone. The act of releasing his anger was like opening the door to peace. He took a deep breath and spoke, his voice steady this time.
“I will not allow my anger to define me,” Gopal said, looking at both Hari and the villagers. “No matter what you say about my friend, I know who he is. And I will let my actions speak louder than my words.”
The tension in the air lifted, and the villagers murmured in approval. Hari, though still proud, nodded in acknowledgment of Gopal’s restraint.
From that day forward, Gopal remembered the lesson he learned in the heat of that moment. Anger, like the burning coal, could be thrown at others in a fit of rage, but it was the one who held it that would feel the burn first. He learned that it was always better to let go of the anger before it consumed him, for in doing so, he would preserve his peace and integrity.
In the years that followed, Gopal became known not only for his skill as a blacksmith but also for his wisdom. He taught his children and the young villagers that no matter how much the world might challenge or upset them, they should never let anger control their actions. "Anger is like a burning coal," he would say, "you may throw it at another, but you’re the one who gets burned first."
And so, Gopal lived a life free from the fires of uncontrolled rage, a man who knew that peace and wisdom could forge a stronger path than any hammer or anvil ever could.
One hot summer day, a quarrel broke out in the village. Gopal’s best friend, Ramesh, had been accused of cheating by a rival blacksmith, Hari. Gopal, who had always been loyal to Ramesh, was furious. He went to the marketplace, where the villagers had gathered to discuss the matter.
“Ramesh is an honest man!” Gopal shouted, his voice shaking with anger. “I will not stand by and let Hari spread lies about him!”
In his rage, Gopal approached Hari and demanded an apology. But Hari, equally hot-headed, didn’t back down. Instead, he taunted Gopal, calling him weak and claiming that his friend had always been a liar.
"How dare you call my friend a liar?" Gopal’s voice boomed as his fists clenched.
Without thinking, he picked up a nearby stone, ready to throw it at Hari. But before he could act, he paused. The villagers watched in silence as Gopal’s anger swelled inside him. The stone felt like a burning coal in his hand—an object that could bring destruction, but one that would burn him if he threw it.
Gopal stood frozen, the weight of his decision bearing down on him. He realized something crucial—the anger that raged inside him was not only directed at Hari, but it was also consuming him. If he threw the stone, it wouldn’t just harm Hari, but it would also damage his own soul. The burning coal would sear him first.
As the crowd waited, Gopal dropped the stone. The act of releasing his anger was like opening the door to peace. He took a deep breath and spoke, his voice steady this time.
“I will not allow my anger to define me,” Gopal said, looking at both Hari and the villagers. “No matter what you say about my friend, I know who he is. And I will let my actions speak louder than my words.”
The tension in the air lifted, and the villagers murmured in approval. Hari, though still proud, nodded in acknowledgment of Gopal’s restraint.
From that day forward, Gopal remembered the lesson he learned in the heat of that moment. Anger, like the burning coal, could be thrown at others in a fit of rage, but it was the one who held it that would feel the burn first. He learned that it was always better to let go of the anger before it consumed him, for in doing so, he would preserve his peace and integrity.
In the years that followed, Gopal became known not only for his skill as a blacksmith but also for his wisdom. He taught his children and the young villagers that no matter how much the world might challenge or upset them, they should never let anger control their actions. "Anger is like a burning coal," he would say, "you may throw it at another, but you’re the one who gets burned first."
And so, Gopal lived a life free from the fires of uncontrolled rage, a man who knew that peace and wisdom could forge a stronger path than any hammer or anvil ever could.
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