The Wise Farmer of Kolganda

The Farmer of Kolganda and His Wisdom

In a small town called Kolganda about seven miles from Hyderabad Deccan in North Karachi India there lived a humble farmer. The town was surrounded by wide fertile fields that stretched as far as the eye could see. Life moved slowly there in harmony with nature. The farmer was known throughout the region for his tireless work and simple way of living. From sunrise to sunset he tended to his crops sowing watering and nurturing them with care. To an outsider he seemed like any other hardworking man yet behind his daily routine lay wisdom shaped by experience patience and foresight.

One bright morning as the first rays of the sun bathed the fields the farmer was sowing seeds his hands covered in dark rich soil. Birds chirped in the background and the cool morning breeze carried the scent of freshly turned earth. At that moment a nobleman a Nawab happened to pass through the area. Known for his curiosity about the lives of his subjects he noticed the farmer working diligently and decided to speak with him.

The Nawab dismounted from his horse and walked toward the farmer. “Good morning brother” he said with a polite smile. “I see you working so hard in your fields. Tell me does all this labor benefit you? Do you earn enough from your crops?”

The farmer paused wiped the sweat from his brow and looked at the Nawab calmly. “Benefit you ask sir? Well after the harvest I divide what I earn into four parts.”

The Nawab raised his eyebrows. “Four parts? And what do you do with them?”

The farmer replied thoughtfully. “One part goes to the government as taxes. Another part is used to repay debts. The third part I lend to others and the final part I spend on what seems to most people a waste.”

The Nawab looked puzzled. “I don’t understand. You repay debts and also lend money? And what is this part that you waste? Please explain so I can understand.”

The farmer smiled gently. “Sir the debts I repay come from a loan my father took from a moneylender long ago. After my father passed away it became my responsibility to continue paying it. So the second part of my harvest goes toward settling that obligation.”

“And the part you lend?” asked the Nawab with curiosity.

“That part” said the farmer “I spend on my two sons. I invest in their upbringing education and well-being. I hope that when I grow old they will care for me in return. It is not a literal loan but a symbolic one—the investment of my efforts and resources into their future.”

The Nawab nodded slowly beginning to understand. “And the fourth part why do you call it waste?”

The farmer’s eyes softened. “Ah that part is for my daughter. In our society marriages often cannot take place without a dowry. Though it is an unnecessary custom one must follow it. I save a portion of my earnings for her dowry. Some may see it as wasted money but to me it is necessary. It ensures her well-being and future happiness.”

The Nawab was deeply moved. Here was a man living a simple life yet he had mastered responsibility foresight and care for his family. Every part of his harvest whether given to the government used to repay old debts invested in his children or saved for social obligations reflected a profound understanding of life’s realities and moral duties.

“Truly remarkable” exclaimed the Nawab. “Most people spend their lives seeking immediate gain. But you have shown wisdom discipline and love in every decision you make. You understand the balance between duty family and society better than most nobles.”

Impressed by the farmer’s honesty and insight the Nawab decided to reward him. He handed the farmer a substantial sum of money. “Take this” said the Nawab “not because you asked but because your virtue and wisdom deserve recognition. May this ease your burdens and honor your efforts.”

The farmer accepted humbly bowing his head in gratitude. Life would continue as usual with its daily challenges yet in his heart he felt a sense of validation. He knew that living with principle and care for his family was more important than wealth alone.

As the Nawab rode away he reflected on the encounter. True wealth he realized was not measured merely in coins or possessions but in wisdom foresight and the moral investments one makes in family and community. He admired how the farmer had transformed ordinary labor into a life of meaningful purpose.

From that day on the farmer of Kolganda became a silent legend in the region—a symbol of diligence prudence and the quiet nobility of ordinary people. Through his actions and values he reminded everyone that true greatness lies not in wealth or power but in the love care and responsibility one carries for family and society. Even without recognition such people enrich the moral fabric of their communities leaving a legacy far more enduring than gold or silver.

In the small town of Kolganda amidst green fields and serene mornings the farmer continued his work sowing seeds not just for harvest but for wisdom virtue and the future of those he loved.