जादुई सोने की कुल्हाड़ी। jaadui Sone ki kulhadi। golden magical story in Hindi

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magic gold ax



(In a village named Pritampur, there lived a poor woodcutter Chaman, one day his wife called him)

Wife: Listen, you bring so much wood cut every day, due to which you get wounds in your hands, you should do some other work.

Chaman: What are you talking about, I only know how to cut wood, and this ax of mine is my companion, because of this our house runs.

Wife: But because of this work of yours, we are not able to earn so much, and there is also the cost of education of children.

Chaman: Don't you worry, everything will happen

(Then Chaman goes to the forest to cut wood, but he only cuts broken or old trees, only then his friend Raju comes there)

Raju: Hey, Chaman bhai, what are you doing?

Chaman: Why brother, what happened, I am cutting wood only.

Raju: If you cut this broken tree, or such old trees, then you will get less price for it, cut fresh and good trees

Chaman: No, brother, I'm sorry, but I can't cut these trees for my profit, it's my job, I'm cutting it too, but only those trees are bad.

Raju: Brother, how do you even talk, nowadays people think only of themselves, and you are thinking of these trees

Chaman: Yes, brother, because it is because of them that we exist.

(Then Chaman cuts some more trees with his ax and goes to sell them, because of his good nature people take wood from him, then he goes to his home)

Chaman: Suman, look, you always say that there is no income in the work of cutting wood, look how well I have earned today

Wife: You are right

(Similarly, Chaman's work achieves progress, due to which other woodcutters around start burning with it)

Second woodcutter: Brother Pankaj, heard that Chaman is printing more notes today.

Pankaj: Yes, brother Bunty is there, but if this continues, what will we do, our children will starve to death.

Bunty: Brother, see if I believe, then some arrangement will have to be made for it, the rest whatever you feel is right.

Pankaj: You are right brother, but what can we do, only you tell me the way

Bunty: Do one thing, you pick up his ax, he will neither have an ax, nor will he be able to chop wood

Pankaj: Wow, brother, what a great way you have been told, but will you help me in stealing his axe?

Bunty: Come on, you are my friend, so I will help you in this work for you.

(The next day they both keep an eye on Chaman, and as soon as Chaman rests after chopping wood, they pick up his ax and take it away.)

Chaman: Hey, where has my ax gone, this is what I had kept, I may not remember, I look here and there

(Then Chaman looks for the ax but he does not find it, then he goes to his house sad)

Wife: Oh, what happened to you, why are you so sad today?

Chaman: Nothing, you go do your work

Wife: No, there is something wrong, tell me

Chaman: What should I tell you, today my ax has been lost to me somewhere.

Wife: What, what are you saying, how can you lose an ax like this,

Chaman: I don't even understand this, kept it with me, was just taking some rest, when I woke up, the ax was not there.

Wife: Someone has definitely stolen the ax, nowadays people do not work hard themselves, but they spoil the hard work of others, what will we do now?

Chaman: Same, thinking, thinking, I am also upset, how will I cut wood without an ax, I do not understand anything

Wife: Oh my God, what has happened, how will our house run now?

Chaman: Don't you worry, I do something

(The next day Chaman tries very hard to buy another ax, but he did not have that much money, then he starts crying while sitting near a huge tree in the forest.)

Chaman: Oh God, what has happened, now my children will go to bed hungry, I have not harmed anyone till today, then why all this happened to me

(Then the sound comes from that huge tree)

Voice: Chaman, son, why are you crying

Chaman: Who is there, who is here, come to the fore

Voice: Son, I am the god of this huge tree, tell me why are you crying, I may be of some help to you

Chaman: God of trees, my ax is lost somewhere, due to which I cannot chop wood, now my children will remain hungry.

Voice: That's it, you put both your hands forward

(Then Chaman puts forward both his hands, only then a golden ax appears in his hands)

Voice: Here it is, this is the magic gold ax, it will take away all your troubles

Chaman: But Lord, why are you giving me this priceless gift?

Voice: Because I have seen your goodness, you do not harm any tree, you only cut broken or old trees, I am always happy to see that

Chaman: Thank you very much, tree god

(Then Chaman goes to cut the tree with that magical ax, as soon as he cuts the wood, then only gold coins fall there)

Chaman: Hey, what is this, how did the gold coins come here, have they appeared with this magic axe?

(Then Chaman cuts the wood once again and gold coins fall there)

Chaman: Hey, it's really coming from the blow of this magic axe

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