He was barefoot.
And he was holding a diamond ring.
In a small town lived a poor boy named Kunal.
He worked at a tea stall after school
to help his widowed mother.
One evening, while sweeping the street,
he saw something shining on the ground.
He picked it up.
It was a beautiful gold ring
with a small diamond on it.
His heart began to beat fast.
“With this ring,
we can pay our rent,” he whispered.
“We can buy food for months.”
He closed his fist tightly.
Then he opened it again.
Inside the ring was engraved a name:
“Mrs. Mehta.”
Kunal walked through the market.
He showed the ring to shopkeepers.
“Do you know whose ring this is?”
he asked.
One old jeweler recognized it.
“This belongs to a rich woman,”
he said.
“She cried here this morning.”
The jeweler took Kunal to her house.
Mrs. Mehta opened the door.
When she saw the ring,
she started crying.
“This ring was my husband’s last gift,”
she said.
She tried to give Kunal a reward.
He shook his head.
“It is not mine,” he said softly.
The next day, Mrs. Mehta came to his school.
She paid his school fees for three years.
She gave his mother a sewing machine.
Kunal finally understood something:
Honesty may delay rewards,
but it never denies them.
🌟 MORAL
Honesty always brings the greatest reward, even if it comes late.
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