The humble fatmer

### The Deserving Farmer Ravi was a humble farmer who lived in a charming village between rolling hills and vast green fields. His small plot of land, a few animals, and a house with a thatched roof that had been in his family for generations were the mainstays of his modest existence. Ravi, in contrast to the other villagers, who aspired to fame and fortune, was content with what he had and never desired more than the simple life he led. The land was tilled, seeds were planted, and Ravi took care of his crops throughout the day. He would work under the sun until dusk, his hands rough and calloused from years of hard work. Although he worked hard, he enjoyed it and considered each rice grain a blessing. Ravi never expressed dissatisfaction, whereas others in the village frequently lamented the difficulties of life. He was thankful for the sky above his head and the ground beneath his feet. Ravi was admired by the villagers, but they frequently pondered his lack of ambition. They'd say, "Ravi, you put in so much effort. Why don't you move to the city and sell your land? You could live comfortably without putting in as much effort. “The land has been kind to me,” Ravi would respond with a smile. I'm content and it meets my requirements. What more could I possibly want? Ravi's modesty was tested one hot summer, despite the fact that he was content. The village experienced a severe drought, and the scorching sun caused the crops to wither. The wells no longer produced water and the rivers dried up. The villagers began to feel hopeless as the once-thriving fields turned into barren areas. In the hope of finding employment and a better life, many of them packed their belongings and headed for the city. However, Ravi remained behind. He had no city family and no savings. His land and unwavering faith were all he had. He prayed that his efforts would not be in vain as he dug deeper into the earth for days in search of water. His hopes began to wane as the ground remained dry. A young traveler came up to Ravi one evening as he was sitting on the steps of his house and pondering his bleak future. The tired and thirsty traveler requested water. Even though he didn't have much to offer, Ravi welcomed the traveler into his house and gave him his last glass of water. "Old man, why are you still here?" Observing the dry terrain, the traveler inquired. "The other people are gone. You won't find anything left here. Ravi gave a soft grin. "This land has provided me with everything I possess." I can't let it go when it needs me. Even if it means I have to suffer, I will remain and care for it. The traveler made the decision to assist Ravi after being moved by his words. He made it clear that he was an expert water diviner who could locate underground water sources. The traveler set out to investigate the land after asking Ravi for a rod and some string. The traveler walked the entire length and breadth of Ravi's land for days, studying the terrain and employing his skills to detect water. Ravi watched the traveler with patience, never questioning their methods. He was aware that he had done his best, regardless of the outcome. The traveler stopped at an old tree near the edge of Ravi's field on the third day. He got down and started digging. The traveler persevered despite the cracked and dry earth. Water began to seep from the ground after hours of digging. At first, it was only a trickle, but it soon became a steady stream. Ravi was ecstatic. He sincerely thanked the traveler, his eyes welling up with tears of gratitude. His crops were saved and the well was refilled with water. The other residents of the village soon returned, eager to assist Ravi in rebuilding what had been lost, as word quickly spread throughout the community. Ravi's land once again prospered with the assistance of the villagers and the water diviner. The crops got taller and stronger, and the village started to get back on its feet. However, Ravi never claimed the miracle that saved them. Sharing his wealth with those in need and always giving thanks for the blessings he had received, he continued to live humbly. A wealthy landowner from a nearby town heard about Ravi's success and came to see him one day. Ravi's fertile fields impressed the landowner, who offered to buy his land for a significant sum of money. The landowner stated, "You could lead a life of luxury." You would never again need to work. Why do we still have to work in the fields? Shaking his head, Ravi gave the landowner a look. "This land cannot be purchased. For generations, it has provided for my family and me. I take care of it because it is my house. The tranquility and fulfillment I get from working the land cannot be bought with money. The landowner was surprised when Ravi refused. He was baffled as to why anyone would decline such an offer. However, Ravi never wavered. The value of his land to him could not be quantified in dollars. He would never give it up for all the riches in the world because it was a part of him. Ravi grew older over time, but his spirit never wavered. The villagers frequently sought Ravi's wisdom and direction as the village continued to thrive. He never thought of himself as anything more than a basic farmer, but to those around him, he was a reminder of the power of faith, perseverance, and humility. The village came together to remember Ravi when he died. Near the spot where the water had been discovered, they pledged to care for the land in the same way that Ravi had. They also planted a tree in his name. The thriving village, the fertile fields, and the hearts of those who had known him carried on his legacy. As a result, the story of Ravi, the humble farmer, was passed down from one generation to the next. It served as a reminder that true wealth does not come from material possessions; rather, it comes from being content with one's life and being humble enough to recognize the value of what one has.