The Brahmin's dream

Once upon a time, there was a poor Brahmin, Swabhavakripna. He had no friends or relatives and lived alone in a village. He was known for his miserliness and used to beg for his living. Whatever food he received as alms, he kept in an earthen pot hung beside his bed. Whenever he felt hungry, he ate some food from the pot. One day, the Brahmin got a quantity of rice gruel so large that even after eating, a pot full was left. The Brahmin was very happy to have such a quantity of food. He lay on his bed but he could not take his eyes from the pot. Soon he fell asleep and began to dream that the pot was overflowing with food. He began to think in his dream that if there was a shortage of food in the village he might sell the pot for a hundred silver coins. With these silver coins, he would buy a pair of goats. They would have kids every six months and soon he would have a herd of goats. He would trade the goats for buffaloes and cows. They would have their young ones who would soon give lots of milk. He would sell the milk in the market and he would also make lots of butter and curd which he would sell too. Soon he would become richer than ever before. With his money, he would buy a large house with four buildings in a rectangle. Impressed by his affluence a wealthy Brahmin would marry his daughter to him. Soon, the wife would deliver a son and he would name him Soma Sharma. The Brahmin would scold Soma, when he would play all day or make noise. But the naughty Soma would not listen and the Brahmin would pick a stick and run after him. Buried in his dream, the Brahmin picked up the stick lying near his bed. He started hitting in the air with the stick. But then he hit the earthen pot and the pot broke. All the contents spilled over him. The Brahmin woke up to find it was all a dream. And all his dreams shattered as well.