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Intro. In a small, remote village surrounded by rolling hills and dense forests, lived a poor man named Keshav. His home was a simple mud hut with a thatched roof, and his clothes were worn and patched. Despite his poverty, Keshav had something that money couldn’t buy: a heart full of kindness and a spirit that refused to be broken. Keshav spent his days working in the fields, earning just enough to feed himself and his elderly mother. Though he had little, he was always ready to help others. If a neighbor fell sick, Keshav would be there to fetch water, gather herbs, and cook meals. If a child needed guidance, he would teach them with patience and care. One day, a severe drought hit the village. The crops withered, the wells dried up, and the villagers were on the brink of despair. People began to lose hope, their spirits crushed under the weight of their struggles. But not Keshav. Every morning, he would rise before the sun and set out to find water, traveling farther each day in search

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