Value of our Lives

A big pity for milk. I was safe in the cow’s stomach. She snatched me up and poured me into the pot. She ignited the stove, put the pot in the oven, and heated it. I can't stand the heat. I was thrilled. Why such a test for me to be safe in a cow's stomach? ” That made me cringe at myself. She let me out of the oven in a state of bloating. By the time I was cool, she had brought the sour cream and added it to me. Is this a new sentence? ” I regret that. No one cared about me after that. I was liquid and turned solid. They gave me a new name, Yogurt. Did you stop as well? They poured me a pot and started churning it. I was again a liquid called buttermilk.

They brought a solid substance from inside me and named it butter. After hearing the name ‘Butter’, Is My Life Better? ” I longed for that. Is my difficulty solved as well? Put the butter in the oven again and melt it. They gave me another new name, Ghee. The melted ghee was poured into a jar and placed next to the window of the house. , I noticed two women outside talking about something. What is the price of your local milk? ” She asked. Next to that, half a liter is twenty rupees. ” Immediately the first lady, but did you see the selling price of this ghee? If you ask for half a liter, the shopkeeper says two hundred rupees. ” Next to the window, inside the jar I was surprised to hear them talking.

My value when I was milk was just twenty rupees, But, after experiencing many hardships and weaving, my value has increased to two hundred rupees! When I think about it, all the hardships I endured did not seem to matter to me! ” That ghee. These are the challenges and difficulties we face in life Features that enhance the quality and value of our lives.