It was noon. A mixture of lentils, mash, peanuts and gram was being prepared for cooking in Handia. When the four pulses were gathered in the pot, the lentils of Masur started sniffing. 
Listen! It is an insult to us to include lentils with peanuts and mash. I am the queen of pulses and I look round and beautiful like coins. You are both unique in colour and taste. The three of us are so delicious that he who eats once, wishes to eat again and again. The three of us look so charming. This lentil looks so tasty and weird in front of all three of us. People don’t like to cook it, so it came to spoil our taste. At Masur’s words, Mong and Mash nodded loudly in affirmation, and began to do evil deeds of lentils. 
Friends! I, like the three of you, have a good taste. I have a lot of protein and calcium. The iron in me keeps the amount of red blood cells in the blood normal. I also have the ability to absorb glucose. As a result, blood sugar levels do not rise rapidly after eating. I have many qualities. Of course, there will be many benefits for those of you who eat. But being virtuous does not mean that we are inferior. Today we are all being cooked together so that we can combine all our tastes and qualities to make a delicious pot. 
After listening to the words of her colleagues, instead of getting angry, she began to explain to them with love. 
But the arrogant Masur did not accept one of them. Mash and Mong also sided in the pot. When the lentils saw the arrogance of these three, they decided to teach them a lesson. And she turned away from them and sat down. Colourful spices and water were added to the pot and cooked. When I checked the pulses after some time, all the pulses were cooked but the lentils were still raw. That is why more water was put in the pot and it was put on fire. All three pulses were cooked on the fire and were tired. But the lentils did not take the name of ripening. When the stove was lit by pouring water in the pot for the third time, all three of them understood. The lentils are angry with their words so they are still stubborn and they have to endure the heat of the fire.
It is getting hot. She began to think that if they had all been cooked together, they would have been ready by now and become the decoration of the table. The three pulses apologized to the lentils for their bad behaviour and mingled with each other. It was cooked in five minutes. Everyone at dining table was praising the mixed daal. The three pulses thanked the lentils and vowed to stay together forever.