The kindness Akshaya Patra

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Curious Aku was surprised to see a trunk in the storeroom.
Unfastening the lock she was dejected to find an old vessel inside.
“I expected a genie to appear in front of me, & grant my wishes, I find this.
Unfair.
What if I become the genie and I start an Akshaya Patra* of kindness?”

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Akshaya patra* :- Inexhaustible Vessel .

According to Mahabharata ( one of the two Sanskrit Epics of Ancient India), Yudhishthira, the eldest among the Pandavas ( Pandavas and Kauravas, among others, were the main characters of Mahabharata ) was given this wonderful vessel by Lord Surya ( The Sun God ) to ensure never ending supply of food .

Source :https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Akshaya_Patra ;https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mahabharata ;https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pandava

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Kat Myrman for running the challenge at Twittering Tales. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

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