Pramukh Ime _best_ File

As Pramukh Ime lifted the heavy sugar bag high above the mixing bowl, riiiiiip — the tear grew larger. A waterfall of white sugar poured out—not into the bowl, but all over the floor, the counter, and even onto his slippers.

He pulled out flour, eggs, milk, and a big bag of sugar. But because he was in such a hurry, he didn’t check that the bag had a small tear in the corner. pramukh ime

He called his younger cousins, Mira and Sam. “I made a mistake,” he said calmly. “Can you help me?” As Pramukh Ime lifted the heavy sugar bag

Mira brought a dustpan. Sam brought a small sieve. And Pramukh Ime got a damp cloth. But because he was in such a hurry,

That evening, Pramukh Ime wrote a small note and stuck it on his mirror. It said:

“Rushing spills the sugar. Patience saves the day. And help from others turns a mess into a memory.”