Tenali went and asked the tailor. The tailor whispered, “The King thinks he rules the kingdom. But I rule my stitching. When he shouts, I do not hear. When I stitch, I forget everything. That is my freedom.”
One day, the copper pot hit a sharp boulder and tore open. It sank immediately. The clay pot floated safely to the village ghat. telugu stories small
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A clay pot and a copper pot were floating down the Godavari river. The copper pot was proud. “Look at me! I will not break. You are just mud.” Tenali went and asked the tailor