Listening to Sound of Silence

Once there was a farmer who lost his watch in barn. For farmer that lost watch had very deep sentimental value. So, he searched all over to find watch.

Even after searching all, among hay and corners of barn for long he couldn’t find the watch. At last he gave up and asked the help of some children playing outside barn. He promised to reward them if they would find his lost watch.

After knowing that they can get reward, children hurried inside the barn to start searching. They went through all around and all the stacks of hay lying there but couldn’t find the watch.

After trying for long children were not able to find that watch. They felt tired couldn’t look for watch anymore so they left. After children left farmer was thinking to give up the thought of looking for watch. Same time a child came to him and asked farmer to give him another chance to find that lost watch.

Farmer looked at him and thought for while and said, “Why not..!! Sure you can try if you want.”

So, farmer permitted the boy to go inside the barn. After sometime that boy came out with the watch in his hands.

Farmer was happy because he got his precious watch and kid was happy to get the reward.

Farmer was surprised to see that when all failed how that boy succeeded in finding that watch. So he asked boy, “How were you able to find watch?”

Boy replied, “I did nothing but just sat on the ground and listen. In the silence, i was able to hear the ticking of watch and searched in the direction of ticking sound.”

Moral: Always allow your Mind to have few minutes Silence because a Peaceful mind can think Better than a Worked up Mind and Our soul always knows what to do to Heal itself.

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