It is about those days when there was no water facility in the world like today. People had to go far and bring water from the river. There lived a poor farmer in a village who used to work hard and fill his stomach. That farmer used to bring water from a river far away every day. The farmer would wake up every morning before sunrise and tie his two poles in a pole and would keep the poles on his shoulder and walk towards the river to get water. This was the routine of the farmer for the last several years. One of the two pitchers of the farmer was broken. The farmer used to bring both the pitches from the river but after coming home half of the water from the burnt pit fell on the way. When coming home only one and a half pot of water was left with the farmer. But the farmer never worried about this. The potted pitcher felt very embarrassed in himself that the poor farmer wakes up in the morning and walks away and what do I give him in return I spoil half his hard work. At the same time the second pitcher used to feel proud that I bring all the water and do not let my masters hard work go to waste. Just like every day the farmer started taking both the pots in the morning the pitcher said in a very compassionate voice O friend Im so embarrassed at myself. How hard you work every day and I pour half the water on the way forgive me. The farmer was also very sad to see the condition of the pitcher. He told the broken pot that friend you are not sad today when I return with water you will see beautiful flowers blooming on the way. Just like every day the farmer started taking both the pots in the morning the pitcher said in a very compassionate voice O friend Im so embarrassed at myself. How hard you work every day and I pour half the water on the way forgive me. The farmer was also very sad to see the condition of the pitcher. He told the broken pot that friend you are not sad today when I return with water you will see beautiful flowers blooming on the way. Saying this the farmer placed the poles on the shoulder and started taking water in the pitches. The pitcher did the same he saw colorful flowers blooming all the way but due to bursting his water was continuously flowing. Once back home the pitcher started apologizing to the farmer again friend I once again turned your hard work on and only half the pot was able to bring water.