In Jaipur , there was a woman who used to sell honey. She had a very  pleasant manner, and customers thronged around her stall. Her popularity was like that if She had sold poison,people wold still have bought it from her as if it wer honey.

   A sour-tempered man saw what a great profit she made from her sweet wares and decided to take up the same trade.

   So he set up a stall, but behind the rows of honey-pots his face was like vinegar. All those who came near were sullently treated. And so everyone passed by , leaving him his wares.  Not even a fly ventured on his honey. By evening  he had still earned nothing. A woman noticed him and said to her husband , “ A bitter face makes bitter honey .”

  Did the woman who sold honey smile only to attract customers ? let us rather hope that her cheerfulness came from her good nature. We are not in this world only to buy or sell , we should be here as freinds one to another. The good worman’s customers felt that she was something more than honey-seller, she was a cheerful citizen of the world.