Once upon a time there was a man in the village named Deva. Deva was a very educated farmer, he had huge plots of land, he was cultivating varieties of fruits. Deva had a agricultural competitor named Dharma. Dharma and Deva were stiff enemies since childhood. Dharma use to do all the things that Deva did. Dharma always wanted to stand tall and B Deva in every aspects of his life.

But they were was an efficient worker use to succeed in every work he do as he was very hardworking and determined. Dharma got jealous of Deva and his work Dharma tried hard to beat they were no matter what almost all the land in that village either belong to Deva or Dharma. But still Deva had more land than Dharma. This made Dharma sad and he went near the house of Deva and asked if Deva would sell half of his land to Dharma and Dharma would pay for it. DEVA refused to it and Dharma felt embarrassed and went away.

Dharma by force accumulated the land of Deva. They were got to know about it and kept calm he did not use any of his power. Deva started to write poetries and was succeeded in it even Dharma try to do the same but could not match his opponent. Dharma was not talented enough to write poetry so it write some other things but was and succeeded in that too. So he planned to kill Deva. And Deva got to know about it. Deva left the village and after he left the village Dharma died peacefully as he did not have any competition in the life. 

After all these incidents Deva realised that there is nothing in getting jealous or Envy about others we won't get anything by that. Realise that he was foolish to compete with darma a man who dies peacefully when his competitor leaves the village is not a competitor at all. He wasted all of his life working hard to beat dharma. Deva felt foolish about himself and he got to know that no material wealth can bring happiness the things which can bring happiness is harmony peace and pure love.  

Later Deva wrote a book on how to be happy and love everyone staying with harmony is better than competing with each other and living with hatred no money can give happiness in the end all that which gives happiness for a man is the old new sweet memories which we remember throughout the life until we die