Thirsty Crow
On a sweltering afternoon in a quiet Indian village,
a crow flew from tree to tree, parched and weary.
No sign of rain, no puddle in sight.
Just as he was about to give up, he spotted a clay pot.
He fluttered down, peered inside.
"Bas thoda sa paani? (Just a little water?)"
He tried to dip his beak, but it didn’t reach.
He cawed in frustration, hopping around the pot.
Then an idea clicked—"Stones!"
He picked one, dropped it in.
Then another. And another.
With every stone, the water rose.
Soon, it reached the brim.
“Wah re wah!” he exclaimed, drinking deeply.
A goat nearby said, “That’s jugaad, bro!”
The crow winked, “Desi engineering, you know?”
Even the wind stopped to applaud.
He flew away, cool and content.
Leaves rustled like clapping hands.
✨Moral: Clever thinking beats complaining.