The Magic of the Mango Tree

In a sunny little village, there lived a Girl named SIRI who had a mango tree in her backyard. It wasn’t just any mango tree—it was the tallest, juiciest, most mango-filled tree in the whole village!

Every summer, the tree would burst with golden mangoes. Siri loved them so much that she’d pick the ripest ones, and eat them all by herself. She’d even hide a few in her room so no one else could find them.

One day, Siri’s friend SINDHU came over. She looked up at the tree and said, “Wow! So many mangoes! Can I have one?”

Siri frowned. “They’re mine. I waited all year for them.”

Sindhu nodded sadly and walked away.

That night, Siri had a dream. The mango tree spoke to her!
It said, “Siri, do you know what makes mangoes truly magical?”
Siri shook her head.
The tree smiled, “They taste sweeter when shared.”

The next morning, Siri woke up and thought about the dream. She picked a basket full of mangoes and ran to Sindhu’s house. “Want to share these with me?” she asked.

Sindhu’s eyes lit up. They sat under the tree, laughing and eating mangoes together. Soon, more friends joined. They played, told stories, and shared mangoes until the sun went down.

And you know what? Siri had never tasted mangoes so sweet.

From that day on, the mango tree became the village’s favourite spot—not because of the fruit, but because of the joy that came from sharing it.

Moral:
Sharing doesn’t make you have less—it makes your heart feel full.

Wishing you a joyful day filled with little moments worth sharing—just like those mangoes. 🍋🌞

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