[JAI MA KALI]
THE FRUIT-SELLER'S DAUGHTER
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Once a great monarch had a very learned,wise and sagacious chief minister by the name of Bodhisatta.
One day while the king was peeping through a window at the beautiful scenery outside,he heard the echo of the daughter of the fruit-seller vending her wares in the street.
"Apples!Apples! Cop the rosy apples,"she intonated.
When she emerged into the sight, the king noticed she was as beautiful as a Cindrela.Captivated,the king fell head over heels in love with her at once.On hearing next that she was a virgin,he made up his mind to tie the nuptial knot with her.
So without brooking any delay,the king wedded the fruit-seller and she pearched on the throne beside him.The couple was very happy and got on well together.
Later,one day while they were at the dining table,a dessert of scrumptious apples was served.Seeing the king gormandize the juicy red apple,the diva warbled:
"What is that fruit you are nibbling at,My Lord?Where does it come from?"
The king gurgled with ire on being pestered with these vague questions.He yapped:
"Oh,daughter of the fruit-seller,have you forgotten that at one time you used to sell this fruit?Have you become too great and forgotten your past life?"
Any explanation by the queen did not subdue the king.He decided to chuck her out of the palace.
"Henceforth,you cease to be my spouse",he bawled to her.
However,at this juncture the wise cMhief minister interjected:
"Sir,please forgive her.It is folly to forget one's former self,but by forgiving her you will show your own greatness and magnanimity."
The compassionate king realising that forgiveness was divine,pardoned the diva.He be
came her guide and preached her about goodness and truth.In time she was a changed person--more humble and proud of her past
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MORAL:------NOMATTER WHERE YOU GO,REMEMBER WHERE YOU COME FROM.
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-----------------DEVENDRA SRIVASTAVA---------xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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THE FRUIT-SELLER'S DAUGHTER
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Once a great monarch had a very learned,wise and sagacious chief minister by the name of Bodhisatta.
One day while the king was peeping through a window at the beautiful scenery outside,he heard the echo of the daughter of the fruit-seller vending her wares in the street.
"Apples!Apples! Cop the rosy apples,"she intonated.
When she emerged into the sight, the king noticed she was as beautiful as a Cindrela.Captivated,the king fell head over heels in love with her at once.On hearing next that she was a virgin,he made up his mind to tie the nuptial knot with her.
So without brooking any delay,the king wedded the fruit-seller and she pearched on the throne beside him.The couple was very happy and got on well together.
Later,one day while they were at the dining table,a dessert of scrumptious apples was served.Seeing the king gormandize the juicy red apple,the diva warbled:
"What is that fruit you are nibbling at,My Lord?Where does it come from?"
The king gurgled with ire on being pestered with these vague questions.He yapped:
"Oh,daughter of the fruit-seller,have you forgotten that at one time you used to sell this fruit?Have you become too great and forgotten your past life?"
Any explanation by the queen did not subdue the king.He decided to chuck her out of the palace.
"Henceforth,you cease to be my spouse",he bawled to her.
However,at this juncture the wise cMhief minister interjected:
"Sir,please forgive her.It is folly to forget one's former self,but by forgiving her you will show your own greatness and magnanimity."
The compassionate king realising that forgiveness was divine,pardoned the diva.He be
came her guide and preached her about goodness and truth.In time she was a changed person--more humble and proud of her past
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MORAL:------NOMATTER WHERE YOU GO,REMEMBER WHERE YOU COME FROM.
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-----------------DEVENDRA SRIVASTAVA---------xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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