"My loyal courtiers, I seek to understand the secret of work that brings true happiness," declared the king, his voice resonating through the hall. Raj, the clever one among them, leaned forward with intrigue.
"We must approach the villagers without revealing our true purpose," explained Raj, his eyes glinting with determination. With nods of agreement, they set off on their quest.
"Do you enjoy your work, sir?" inquired one of the courtiers, stepping forward cautiously.
"No, I do it out of duty, a legacy from my ancestors," replied the woodcutter, a hint of bitterness in his voice. The courtiers exchanged glances, sensing the weight of tradition on his shoulders.
"We seek a man named Ram. Do you know him?" one asked politely.
"I have no time for such nonsense," snapped the washerman, his agitation evident. "I wash clothes because I failed my studies. It's a means to feed my family." The courtiers offered apologies and moved on, pondering the weight of unrealized dreams.
"Why do you teach?" asked Raj, his voice filled with newfound hope.
"Teaching fills my heart with joy and purpose. Each child I educate is a step toward a brighter future," replied the lecturer, his eyes shining with conviction. The courtiers knew they had found the secret of work that the king sought.
"You, sir, embody the true joy of work. Your passion shall inspire our village," proclaimed the king. With a grateful nod, the lecturer stood tall, his heart swelling with pride.
The king decreed the construction of a grand school, a beacon of knowledge and opportunity. The village, once bound by duty and regret, now thrived under the light of education, forever changed by the secret of work.
