The Milkmaid’s Day Dream

Good morning to the honorable judges, teachers and my fellow

friends. Today I would like to tell you a story entitled The Milkmaid’s
Day Dream.
Geeta was a young lady. She lived in a small village with her
grandmother. Geeta was a milkmaid who owned two cows. She used to
milk her cows everyday and carried the pot of milk on her head to a nearby
city, after selling milk for the whole day, she used to return home in the
evening.
Despite being a hardworking lady, Geeta would always day dream a
lot. She would dream of becoming richer and richer. Her daydreams
would always get Geeta in trouble.
“Geeta! The cows are getting out of the shed. They will get lost.
Why are you not paying attention to them?” shouted grandmother.
“Sorry Grandma... I was dreaming Err..thinking” explained Geeta.
“Oh… I know what were you thinking about..Always dreaming of
becoming rich. Just dreaming won’t make you rich..You have to work
harder for that”said her grandmother.
But Geeta would not listen. Her day dream would never stopped.
One day, Geeta had to deliver a pot of milk to a nearby village. The
village road was full of small stones. Geeta loved the smell of fresh
flowers but she hated to walk.
“Hurmm… How beautiful is this road. Ouchh! But this stones hurt
my feet. Never mind .I will soon build a big house in the city. I will not
have to walk so much then. I will be rich. Rich people don’t walk.” Geeta
said to herself.
Geeta walked and walked humming her favourite song. She was
getting closer to the village. As she was walking, she kept on dreaming.
She said to herself… “With the money I get from selling this milk I
will buy some eggs. The eggs will hatch into chicks. The chicks will grow
into hens. I will sell the hens and get a lot of money.With that money I will
buy a silk saree.
I will look beautiful. Then, many rich men will then ask my hand in
marriage. But I will say, no!”
When she dreamed of saying no, she actually shook her head hard
and the pot of milk on her head fell down . Now, all the milk was on on the
ground. Geeta sat there and cried. All her dreams, money, eggs, hens,
saree and the rich men were now just like the milk, spoilt!
Dear friends, we should not be a day dreamer like Geeta. As the
saying goes…. Don’t build the castle in the air… And do not count your
chickens before they hatched.