Ek baar, ek chhota sa gaon tha, jahan ek garib ladka, Arjun, rehta tha. Arjun ki ek badi khwaish thi - woh ek artist banna chahta tha. Lekin uske paas koi painting materials nahi the.
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Jadui Paint Brush |
Arjun ke dil mein ek kashish hoti hai ki woh paintbrush ko try kare. Lekin woh darta hai, sochta hai kahin paintbrush jadui na ho. Phir uske mann mein ek saahas aa jaata hai, woh decide karta hai ki woh paintbrush ko istemal karega.
Jab Arjun paintbrush se ek canvas par painting karta hai, toh woh dekhta hai ki painting khud-ba-khud banti ja rahi hai. Uski painting mein rangon ki jadugari dikhai deti hai.
Arjun ke paas jadui paintbrush se ek aur chamatkar hota hai. Woh apne painting ke andar ghuste hain aur dekhte hain ki unki painting ki duniya asal mein jeevit ho gayi hai.
Jheel mein tairte hue machhli, pahaadon par daudte hue jangli janwar, aur pakshiyon ki khushbu Arjun ki jadui painting mein mehsoos hoti hai.
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Paintbrush |
Arjun ka jadui paintbrush gaon ke logon ke beech mashhoor ho jaata hai. Woh painting karke har kisi ki khwahish ko poora karta hai. Koi apne pyaare pashu ka tasveer chahta hai, koi khoobsurat manzar ka painting, aur koi apne pyaare dost ki tasveer.
Lekin Arjun ko ek din apne jadui paintbrush ka raaz pata chal jaata hai. Usse pata chalta hai ki asal mein jadui paintbrush ki jadugari uske dil mein hai, uski khwaishon mein hai, aur uske mann ki kala mein hai.
Arjun ne samajh liya ki asli jaduiyat uski kala aur mehnat mein hai. Woh painting karna band nahi karta, lekin ab woh apne dil se painting karta hai, apne dil ki awaaz ko sunta hai, aur apne jeevan ko khoobsurat kahaniyon mein badalta hai.