Stories for Children-Dhayiya

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There lived a boy named Dhayiya in a village with his father and stepmother. Now this boy was a bit on the heavier side. He was called Dhayiya because every day he ate ro-tis made of 2 and a half kilo of wheat flour. ( in Hindi dhayi means two and a half).

L-ife was fine, He went to school, played and of course he had his dhayi kilo rotis.+

Then one day his father left this world.

Now there was no source of income. His mother fed him for some days but then money ran out.+++++++

For some days his neighbours took care, then some relatives and then some villagers. But because of his appetite, none could feed him for long. Ultimately one day he was sent out of the village.

The boy started walking. During meal time he felt hungry but there was nothing to eat. Finally it was pitch dark, he was in a jungle and he was very very hungry. So he started crying. After some time, he saw a tiny lamp burning somewhere. Hee just followed the light and reached a temple. The priest there was just about to lock up and leave, when he noticed Dhayiya crying. On understanding that Dhayiya was hungry, he gave him the food offered to Sri Ram and Sitaji, the presiding * of the temple.

The priest said, ‘Eat and then go back to your village’

Dhayiya ate and slept there only.+

Next day the priest enquired,+ ‘-Why you didn’t go home?’

Dhayiya said, “my mother and my village people have pushed me out of the village, I will not go back there’

‘Hmm’, the priest said, ‘What work can you do?’9+

‘I know nothing except eating, ‘Dhayiya said.

‘Hmm’, the priest said, ‘In that case, you can take the cows to graze in the morning and bring them back in the evening. And you will get your rotis of two and a half kilo wheat flour in the morning and evening.

Dhayiiya was happy and life was fine till ekadashi——+.

On ekadashi the priest told Dhayiya that he would have to fast. Dhayiya said he cannot fast.

The priest said, ‘Alright, I will give you your two and a half kilo of wheat. You make rotis yourself but take care to offer it to the Lordships before eating’

Dhayiya says ok.

So he makes five rotis each of half a kilo each. And then he calls on the Lord, ‘Oh Ramji, come and have some food’ but no one comes, Again he calls out. And then again.

Third time he notices a man with a bow and arrow. Dhayiya keeps a plate ready. But then he notices Sita. He prepares a plate for her too. Both eat one one and then ask for more, So he gives them one more each and thinks that alright he will manage with one today. But then Sita mata and Ramji ask for some more and divide the one left amongst themselves.

So Dhayiya has to fast that day.

15 days pass. Its ekadashi again.

This time Dhayiya asks for 5 kg of wheat flour. The priest is puzzled but doesn’t say anything.

This time Dhayiya makes five rotis of 1 kg each,

But this time Ramji, Sita mata come along with Lakshmana. And they polish off all the five chappatis. So Again, Dhayiya observes Ekadashi that day too.

The next Ekadashi, he asks for seven and a half kilo of flour. Now the priest is really curious, He pretends to go our but instead he hides behind the bushes.

In no time Dhayiya calls out, “O Sita Mata, O Ramji”.

In some time Ramji comes, Sita Mata comes, Lakshmana comes, followed by Hanuman.

Dhayiya says, ‘If you want to eat, cook yourself’.

Ari Ram sits in a corner, Hanuman goes to fetch firewood. Lakshman goes to draw water from the well and Sita mata sits to knead the dough. Dhayiya begins to massage the Lord’s feet.

But the priest can see only Dhayiya and no one else. He comes forward and says, ‘Boy, have you gone mad, what are you doing?’

Dhayiya understands that he can’ see anyone and requests the Lord to show Himself to the priest too.

Everyone appears, the priest is astounded.

He falls at Dhayiya’s feet and says,’ So many years I served the Lord but He didn’t appear in front of me but you with just your firm faith, love and devotion could see the Lord.’

Moral : Faith matters, Only love and devotion can bring you near to the Lord.

 

 

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