Struggling Father desirous to see his Son - 27

My Dearest Beta Shanu,

My prayers will certainly reach you and the tilak which I use to do after my daily prayers would have also touched your forehead. Beta, are you reading and drawing, Oh! Yes, then I’m also reading and drawing. You know yesterday I drew a rainbow, a river and mountains. What about you? Do you remember the rising sun, the saffron color and birds as if they emanating from the sun to distribute the message of peace and love. Do you remember the fun of playing with pigeons by offering them grams and bread crumbs. I feel the sound of your grumps in your tiny throat as you use to drink juice when we use to go out in the mango garden to play. The sound will always inspire me to live, love, pray and mediate so that we can again feel, enjoy and materialize the memories. But are these memories son! not really as I’m still experiencing them virtually its like a bhakt who has seen lord in a swaroop of a baby and prays and re-lives that experience everyday even though the lord himself be omnipresent but virtually. It’s like the energy of experiences with you has moved from one matter to another but its still the same energy which is surrounding me and will increase exponentially and may take many visible and invisible shapes. I aspire the unity of this energy with you preferably my son in the same visible, lovely, innocent and holy form as I saw you the last time when we forced to separate. I know God will certainly make it happen, I pray and I hope and I desrire to happen soon as a bakht desire to meet his God as soon as it can be. I hope! I pray my son.

Continuing on our storytelling journey, here is today’s stooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooorieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Beta today’s story is one of the famous folk tales of South India. Enjoy!

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Log time ago near the bank of the river, there lived a milkman. Everyday milkman used to go and sell milk in the town. The milk he used to sell was always pure. His customers always appreciated him for his honesty. Milkman use to work very hard to earn his livelihood.

One day his wife asked him “Why don’t you mix water into the milk? All the milkmen do the same and look they are so rich.”

Holding his ears with his hands and pressing his tongue between his teeth, milkman replied, “No, I can never be dis-honest. I won’t do this at all.”

His brother-in-law who was also a milkman tried to convince him,” O brother, its not a sin. It is a way to earn more money. And when you earn more money, you can get more happiness for your family.”
“Then I will be able to wear new and expensive saris and children will be able to buy expensive toys,” suggested milkman’s wife to make her brother’s point stronger.

Milkman was lured into their suggestion, and accepted the new ways of earning money. He started mixing water into the milk. Initially he used less water but afterwards he started using half milk and half water. Customers were still unaware about his adulteration. Such was his image of the honest milk seller. Milkman’s earning increased. He was now a rich man. One day his wife asked him to buy clothes for everyone from the market in the nearby town.

On the way he felt hungry. Before eating, he thought to take bath in the river flowing nearby. He kept his clothes and bag full of coins on a safe place. After taking the bath, he ate his food. He rested for a while and when he was about to go, he saw his bag was missing. Suddenly, he saw a monkey on the tree, which had taken the possession of the bag. Milkman tried to scare him by throwing stones at monkey. Monkey also responded by throwing coins at him. Coins were scattered all over the place some coins fell into the river also. Milkman somehow gathered the coins which were on the ground, but he couldn’t get the coins which fell into the river. Milkman counted the coins they were exactly half of the total number of coins. Milkman cried a lot that he has to be satisfied with half of the money and he will not be able to buy all the goodies he desired and as his wife told him. But then he realized that the earnings of water have sunk into water. He vowed never to be dishonest again.

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Shanu beta, very soon I will send you the jungle book which I’m writing for you. I will try to finish it very soon. I will also compile all the stories and pictures I have sent and will try to send them as I have done it in my previous book sent to you.

Say your prayers and be happy beta. May smile never leave your lips, may you play and sleep wholeheartedly, May happiness and tenderness always envelope you. May my prayers and love reach you. May little rabbit on the moon convey my stories. May the moonlight bring the cushion of my left hand as a pillow to your tiny head. May the cool breeze cocoon you as my right hand. May the stars provide the warmth of the heavenly blanket. Sleep well my son.

Om!

Your Father
Ravi