Story 17 – The Candle in the Window
In a snowy village, winters were long and harsh. Travelers often lost their way in the blizzards,
and many never reached safety. An old widow named Elara lived at the edge of the village.
Every evening, she placed a candle in her window. The soft light shone through the snow,
guiding strangers to her door. She offered them soup, warmth, and a bed of straw by her fire.
Years passed, and the villagers noticed something remarkable—no traveler had been lost since
Elara began her nightly habit. Some asked why she did it, especially since she was poor. She
simply smiled and said, “The candle costs me little, but it may mean life for someone else.”
When Elara passed away, the villagers lit candles in every window to honor her. From then on, it
became tradition. Even today, the village is known as the “Valley of Light.”
Lesson: A small act of kindness can shine brighter than we imagine.
Word count: ~280
Story 18 – The Scholar and the Stone
A young scholar named Jun sought wisdom. He traveled far, reading books and debating with
great teachers, yet still he felt empty. One afternoon, while resting by a river, he saw an old man
polishing a dull stone. The man rubbed patiently, hour after hour. Curious, Jun asked, “Why
spend so long on one stone?”
The old man replied, “With steady effort, even the roughest stone can become a mirror.”
Jun realized the man’s words were about more than stone. Knowledge, too, required patience and
persistence, not just cleverness. From that day on, Jun studied more slowly, reflecting deeply on
each lesson. In time, his wisdom grew clear, like the polished stone that shone in the old man’s
hands.
Lesson: True wisdom is not gained quickly; it shines only after patient effort.
Word count: ~270
Story 19 – The Musician’s Secret
In a bustling city, a street musician named Liora played her violin every morning in the
marketplace. She was not famous, nor was her violin new, but her music touched hearts. People
stopped to listen, and many said her songs lifted their burdens.
One day, a wealthy man asked her, “What is your secret? How do you make people cry and
smile with the same tune?”
Liora answered softly, “My secret is simple. I do not play for coins, though they feed me. I play
for the baker who lost his wife, for the child who dreams of flying, for the tired worker who
needs hope. I play their feelings, not just my notes.”
Years later, when Liora passed away, the marketplace fell silent. Yet her music lived on in the
people who remembered how it made them feel.
Lesson: True art is not about skill alone, but about the heart it carries.
Word count: ~290