By Long ago, in a small Indian village, there lived an old woman devoted to God. She spent her entire life in worship and kindness.
Every morning and evening, she prayed, visited the temple, and helped everyone she met with a smile.
When her time on Earth came to an end, Yamraj, the God of Death, appeared before her.
With folded hands, the old woman asked softly, “O Yamraj, where will you take me — to Heaven or to Hell?”
Yamraj smiled kindly. “Mother, you have lived a pure and devoted life. The Lord is pleased with you and has called you to His eternal abode. So I will take you neither to Heaven nor to Hell — but directly to the Lord’s own home.”
The woman was overjoyed but curious. “Before I go, may I see what Heaven and Hell actually look like? I’ve heard about them all my life but never seen them.”
Yamraj nodded. “Your wish will be granted. First, you shall see Hell — then Heaven — and finally, the Lord’s dwelling.”
He took her to Hell first.
What she saw made her heart tremble. There were cries, darkness, and endless suffering. People were hungry, frightened, and hopeless.
At the center of Hell hung a large pot suspended high above the ground — filled with delicious sweet rice pudding (kheer).
The aroma filled the air, yet everyone below was starving.
The woman asked a man in despair, “My child, why don’t you eat the kheer? It smells wonderful.”
The man wept. “Mother, that is our curse. The pot is too high for us to reach. We all have long spoons, but they’re so big we cannot feed ourselves. We’re trapped — surrounded by food we cannot eat.”
The woman felt deep pity but could do nothing.
Then Yamraj took her to Heaven.
To her surprise, the same sight awaited her — the same huge pot, the same sweet kheer, and people with the same long spoons.
But here, everyone was happy! They were singing, laughing, and feeding one another joyfully.
Puzzled, she asked, “How can this be? The situation is exactly the same as in Hell, yet everyone here is content.”
A kind elder smiled and said, “Mother, the only difference is in how we think. In Hell, everyone tried to eat alone — and starved.
Here in Heaven, we feed each other. We climb together, share together, and live for one another. Those who feed others are the ones who truly taste joy. That, dear mother, is the secret of Heaven.”
Tears filled the old woman’s eyes. She now understood that God gives everyone similar circumstances, but only those who live with love and cooperation experience Heaven — even while on Earth.
The selfish live in Hell — even if surrounded by comfort.
Yamraj said gently, “Mother, this is the same truth you taught all your life — love, service, and devotion. Now, come, the Lord awaits you.”
The woman smiled peacefully. “Now I understand. Heaven and Hell are not places — they are states of our mind, shaped by our deeds.”
And with that, she followed Yamraj to the divine abode, her heart filled with light.
Moral of the Story:
Heaven and Hell are not different worlds — they exist within our thoughts and actions. Helping others creates Heaven on Earth; selfishness creates Hell.
🧠 Vocabulary
| Word | Meaning |
|---|---|
| Devotion | Deep love and faith toward God |
| Abode | A place of residence; here, a divine home |
| Tremble | To shake from fear or emotion |
| Aroma | A pleasant smell, often of food |
| Selfishness | Caring only about oneself |
| Content | Feeling satisfied and peaceful |
🌍 Glossary
| Term | Explanation |
|---|---|
| Yamraj | The Hindu God of Death who guides souls after life |
| Kheer | A traditional Indian sweet dish made from milk, rice, and sugar |
| Dahi-Handi | An Indian festival where people form human pyramids to reach and break a pot hung high above |
| Swarg (Heaven) | The realm of bliss and happiness according to Hindu belief |
| Narak (Hell) | The realm of pain and punishment according to Hindu belief |
