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The Worth of a Fabric
Thiruvalluvar was a textile weaver who lived more than 2000 years ago ‘Thirukkural’ was a book that he wrote the book is greatly loved and respected. he was a textile weaver who wove beautiful saris and he sold them in the market. He was a very nice person he was known to never get angry and to never use any bad language.
In the same town lived a very rich man and all he did was waste his time with his friends and make fun of people so one day he said that he would annoy the shopkeeper and try to make him angry so he went to the shop and he picked up a beautiful piece of cloth and he asked how much it would cost and the shopkeeper said that it was 8 coins the man tore the cloth into 2 and he asked how much is it for now?
So then the shopkeeper replied saying 4 coins everyone around was taken aback and everyone asked why does the shopkeeper not get angry and yell at him the man keep tearing it and the shopkeeper kept on deducting the price by half the man got annoyed at him as he was not getting angry by the end of it the cloth was almost a rag so the shopkeeper said that he wouldn't charge him anymore for the cloth cause it is worthless.
So then the man was tired but he was a proud man he offered to pay him the entire 8 coins but the shopkeeper said no now the clot is of no use ad no one can wear it and he went on to explain “Do you know, the fabric was not made in a day. Many people have toiled to make it. The farmer who grew cotton in his field
worked hard for months through sun and rain. He picked cotton from each boll and gave it for spinning. Then someone else carded the cotton and spun it into long, uniform threads. The threads were dyed carefully so that they took on these lovely colors. My wife and I wove the threads together, putting in beautiful designs he said that they put in all this hard work just so one day someone likes it and will wear it but when he tore the cloth all the hard work was put into the cloth had been wasted.
Thiruvalluvar went on to say, “I can weave another fabric like this, but our life is also like this fabric. If you tear it apart with hasty, thoughtless actions, it will be destroyed. And you will not get it back again.” The man's eyes opened up and he gave up all his bad habits.