In a small village nestled between rolling hills, there lived two friends, Neha and Megh. Neha was known for her kindness and humility, while Megh, though well-meaning, often let her achievements go to her head.
One sunny morning, the village announced a grand festival with a cooking contest as the main event. Neha and Megh eagerly signed up. As the festival approached, Megh boasted about her culinary skills, claiming she had mastered every recipe imaginable. Neha, on the other hand, quietly worked on perfecting her dish, a humble but delicious traditional stew passed down through her family.
On the day of the contest, the village square buzzed with excitement. Megh arrived with an elaborate spread, adorned with extravagant decorations and extravagant flavors. She proudly announced that her dish would surely win first place. Neha, in contrast, served her stew simply, letting its natural aroma and flavors speak for themselves.
As the judges tasted the dishes, they were impressed by Megh’s presentation but found the flavors overcomplicated and overwhelming. Neha’s stew, though simple, was met with rave reviews for its warmth and authenticity. In the end, Neha’s dish won the contest.
Megh, initially crestfallen, realized that her pride had overshadowed the essence of true cooking. Neha’s humble approach had won the hearts of the judges and the villagers. As Megh congratulated Neha, she learned a valuable lesson: pride often clouds our judgment and can lead to unexpected falls.
Neha, ever gracious, smiled and reminded Megh, “It’s not about how much we boast, but how much heart we put into what we do.”
Dr Dear
One sunny morning, the village announced a grand festival with a cooking contest as the main event. Neha and Megh eagerly signed up. As the festival approached, Megh boasted about her culinary skills, claiming she had mastered every recipe imaginable. Neha, on the other hand, quietly worked on perfecting her dish, a humble but delicious traditional stew passed down through her family.
On the day of the contest, the village square buzzed with excitement. Megh arrived with an elaborate spread, adorned with extravagant decorations and extravagant flavors. She proudly announced that her dish would surely win first place. Neha, in contrast, served her stew simply, letting its natural aroma and flavors speak for themselves.
As the judges tasted the dishes, they were impressed by Megh’s presentation but found the flavors overcomplicated and overwhelming. Neha’s stew, though simple, was met with rave reviews for its warmth and authenticity. In the end, Neha’s dish won the contest.
Megh, initially crestfallen, realized that her pride had overshadowed the essence of true cooking. Neha’s humble approach had won the hearts of the judges and the villagers. As Megh congratulated Neha, she learned a valuable lesson: pride often clouds our judgment and can lead to unexpected falls.
Neha, ever gracious, smiled and reminded Megh, “It’s not about how much we boast, but how much heart we put into what we do.”
Dr Dear
nice one
