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PostSubject: stories   Tue Jun 29, 2010 5:57 pm

Once upon a time a daughter complained to her father that her life was miserable and that she didn't know how she was going to make it.

She was tired of fighting and struggling all the time. It seemed just as one problem was solved, another one soon followed.

Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen. He filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire.

Once the three pots began to boil, he placed potatoes in one pot, eggs in the second pot and ground coffee beans in the third pot.

He then let them sit and boil, without saying a word to his daughter. The daughter, moaned and impatiently waited, wondering what he was doing.

After twenty minutes he turned off the burners. He took the potatoes out of the pot and placed them in a bowl. He pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. He then ladled the coffee out and placed it in a cup.

Turning to her, he asked. "Daughter, what do you see?" "Potatoes, eggs and coffee," she hastily replied.

"Look closer", he said, "and touch the potatoes." She did and noted that they were soft.

He then asked her to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg.

Finally, he asked her to sip the coffee. Its rich aroma brought a smile to her face.

"Father, what does this mean?" she asked.

He then explained that the potatoes, the eggs and coffee beans had each faced the same adversity-the boiling water. However, each one reacted differently. The potato went in strong, hard and unrelenting, but in boiling water, it became soft and weak.

The egg was fragile, with the thin outer shell protecting its liquid interior until it was put in the boiling water. Then the inside of the egg became hard.

However, the ground coffee beans were unique. After they were exposed to the boiling water, they changed the water and created something new.

"Which one are you?" he asked his daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a potato, an egg, or a coffee bean?"

In life, things happen around us, things happen to us, but the only thing that truly matters is what happens within us.

Which one are you? When problems come (and they will) how will we react? Will they make us weak, hard hearted or will they cause us to change into something worthwhile?

Motivational Quote: "Happiness is not something you find, it's something you create."

Inspirational Quote: "Smile in pleasure, smile in pain; Smile when trouble pours like rain; Smile when someone hurts you, Smile coz someone cares for you."

"Prophet Muhammed Say’s: “You cannot treat people by means of your wealth; hence, you should treat them by means of your moral conduct”
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PostSubject: Re: stories   Tue Jun 29, 2010 5:58 pm

thead sweettetta !
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PostSubject: Re: stories   Tue Jul 06, 2010 7:58 am

A student asks a teacher: What is love?
The teacher said: in order to answer your question, go to the paddy field and choose the biggest paddy and come back.But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick.
The student went to the field, go thru first row,he
saw one big paddy,but he wonders....may be there is a bigger one later.Then he saw another bigger one... but may be there is an even bigger one waiting for him
Later, when he finished more than half of the paddy field, he start to realize that the paddy is not as big as the previous one he saw, he
know he has missed the biggest one, and he regretted. So, he ended up went
back to the teacher with empty hand.

The teacher told him, this is love... you keep looking for a better
one,but when later you realize, you have already miss the person. The student asked: What is marriage then? The teacher said: In order to answer your question, go to the corn field and choose the biggest corn and come back.
But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick.

The student went to the corn field, this time he is careful not to repeat the previous mistake, when he reach the middle of the field, he has picked one medium corn that he feel satisfied, and came back to the teacher.

The teacher told him, this time you bring back a corn.... you look for one that is just nice, and you have faith and believe this is the best one you get.... this is marriage.
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PostSubject: Re: stories   Tue Jul 06, 2010 9:37 am

My Time's Up

A 54 year old woman had a heart attack and was taken to the hospital.While on the operating table she had a near death experience.
Seeing God she asked "Is my time up?"
God said, "No, you have another 43 years, 2 months and 8 days to live."
Upon recovery, the woman decided to stay in the hospital and have a face-lift, liposuction, breast implants and a tummy tuck. She even had someone come in and change her hair color and brighten her teeth!
Since she had so much more time to live, she figured she might as well make the most of it. After her last operation, she was released from the hospital.
While crossing the street on her way home, she was killed by an ambulance.
Arriving in front of God, she demanded, "I thought you said I had another 43 years. Why didn't you pull me from out of the path of the ambulance?"
(You'll love this)
God replied: "I didn't recognize you!"
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PostSubject: Re: stories   Thu Jul 08, 2010 1:52 pm

Three Questions – Leo Tolstoy

One day it occurred to a certain emperor that if he only knew the answers to three questions, he would never stray in any matter.

What is the best time to do each thing? Who are the most important people to work with? What is the most important thing to do at all times?

The emperor issued a decree throughout his kingdom announcing that whoever could answer the questions would receive a great reward. Many who read the decree made their way to the palace at once, each person with a different answer.

In reply to the first question, one person advised that the emperor make up a thorough time schedule, consecrating every hour, day, month, and year for certain tasks and then follow the schedule to the letter. Only then could he hope to do every task at the right time.

Another person replied that it was impossible to plan in advance and that the emperor should put all vain amusements aside and remain attentive to everything in order to know what to do at what time.

Someone else insisted that, by himself, the emperor could never hope to have all the foresight and competence necessary to decide when to do each and every task and what he really needed was to set up a Council of the Wise and then to act according to their advice.

Someone else said that certain matters required immediate decision and could not wait for consultation, but if he wanted to know in advance what was going to happen he should consult magicians and soothsayers.

The responses to the second question also lacked accord.

One person said that the emperor needed to place all his trust in administrators, another urged reliance on priests and monks, while others recommended physicians. Still others put their faith in warriors.

The third question drew a similar variety of answers. Some said science was the most important pursuit. Others insisted on religion. Yet others claimed the most important thing was military skill.


The emperor was not pleased with any of the answers, and no reward was given.

After several nights of reflection, the emperor resolved to visit a hermit who lived up on the mountain and was said to be an enlightened man. The emperor wished to find the hermit to ask him the three questions, though he knew the hermit never left the mountains and was known to receive only the poor, refusing to have anything to do with persons of wealth or power. So the emperor disguised himself as a simple peasant and ordered his attendants to wait for him at the foot of the mountain while he climbed the slope alone to seek the hermit.

Reaching the holy man’s dwelling place, the emperor found the hermit digging a garden in front of his hut. When the hermit saw the stranger, he nodded his head in greeting and continued to dig. The labor was obviously hard on him. He was an old man, and each time he thrust his spade into the ground to turn the earth, he heaved heavily.

The emperor approached him and said, “I have come here to ask your help with three questions: When is the best time to do each thing? Who are the most important people to work with? What is the most important thing to do at all times?”

The hermit listened attentively but only patted the emperor on the shoulder and continued digging. The emperor said, “You must be tired. Here, let me give you a hand with that.” The hermit thanked him, handed the emperor the spade, and then sat down on the ground to rest.

After he had dug two rows, the emperor stopped and turned to the hermit and repeated his three questions. The hermit still did not answer, but instead stood up and pointed to the spade and said, “Why don’t you rest now? I can take over again.” But the emperor continued to dig. One hour passed, then two. Finally the sun began to set behind the mountain. The emperor put down the spade and said to the hermit, “I came here to ask if you could answer my three questions. But if you can’t give me any answer, please let me know so that I can get on may way home.”

The hermit lifted his head and asked the emperor, “Do you hear someone running over there?” The emperor turned his head. They both saw a man with a long white beard emerge from the woods. He ran wildly, pressing his hands against a bloody wound in his stomach. The man ran toward the emperor before falling unconscious to the ground, where he lay groaning. Opening the man’s clothing, the emperor and hermit saw that the man had received a deep gash. The emperor cleaned the wound thoroughly and then used his own shirt to bandage it, but the blood completely soaked it within minutes. He rinsed the shirt out and bandaged the wound a second time and continued to do so until the flow of blood had stopped.

At last the wounded man regained consciousness and asked for a drink of water. The emperor ran down to the stream and brought back a jug of fresh water. Meanwhile, the sun had disappeared and the night air had begun to turn cold. The hermit gave the emperor a hand in carrying the man into the hut where they laid him down on the hermit’s bed. The man closed his eyes and lay quietly. The emperor was worn out from the long day of climbing the mountain and digging the garden. Leaning against the doorway, he fell asleep. When he rose, the sun had already risen over the mountain. For a moment he forgot where he was and what he had come here for. He looked over to the bed and saw the wounded man also looking around him in confusion. When he saw the emperor, he stared at him intently and then said in a faint whisper, “Please forgive me.”

“But what have you done that I should forgive you?” the emperor asked.

“You do not know me, your majesty, but I know you. I was your sworn enemy, and I had vowed to take vengeance on you, for during the last war you killed my brother and seized my property. When I learned that you were coming alone to the mountain to meet the hermit, I resolved to surprise you on your way back to kill you. But after waiting a long time there was still no sign of you, and so I left my ambush in order to seek you out. But instead of finding you, I came across your attendants, who recognized me, giving me this wound. Luckily, I escaped and ran here. If I hadn’t met you I would surely be dead by now. I had intended to kill you, but instead you saved my life! I am ashamed and grateful beyond words. If I live, I vow to be your servant for the rest of my life, and I will bid my children and grandchildren to do the same. Please grant me your forgiveness.”

The emperor was overjoyed to see that he was so easily reconciled with a former enemy. He not only forgave the man but promised to return all the man’s property and to send his own physician and servants to wait on the man until he was completely healed. After ordering his attendants to take the man home, the emperor returned to see the hermit. Before returning to the palace the emperor wanted to repeat his three questions one last time. He found the hermit sowing seeds in the earth they had dug the day before.

The hermit stood up and looked at the emperor. “But your questions have already been answered.”

“How’s that?” the emperor asked, puzzled.

“Yesterday, if you had not taken pity on my age and given me a hand with digging these beds, you would have been attacked by that man on your way home. Then you would have deeply regretted not staying with me. Therefore the most important time was the time you were digging in the beds, the most important person was myself, and the most important pursuit was to help me. Later, when the wounded man ran up here, the most important time was the time you spent dressing his wound, for if you had not cared for him he would have died and you would have lost the chance to be reconciled with him. Likewise, he was the most important person, and the most important pursuit was taking care of his wound. Remember that there is only one important time and is Now. The present moment is the only time over which we have dominion. The most important person is always the person with whom you are, who is right before you, for who knows if you will have dealings with any other person in the future. The most important pursuit is making that person, the one standing at you side, happy, for that alone is the pursuit of life.”

Leo Tolstoy
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PostSubject: Re: stories   Thu Jul 08, 2010 1:58 pm


There was once a man who was a champion wrestler. He had mastered 360 holds and tricks, and used a different one every day of the year. It so happened that he was fond of one of his students, and taught him all his tricks, except one. He kept on postponing the day when he would teach him the last trick.

The boy grew in strength and skill, and no one among his contemporaries was able to challenge him. One day, he boasted in front of the king: "My teacher is unchallenged only because he is older than me and because I respect him as my teacher. Otherwise my strength is not less than his and my skill is quite equal to his."

The King did not appreciate this boasting and ordered a match to take place. They cleared the broad wrestling ground and gathered ministers, courtiers and sportsmen to watch.

The boy charged out into the ring like a mad elephant. His master knew that his pupil was not stronger than him, so he used the 360th hold the he had never taught him. The boy did not know how to counter it. He was helpless. His master raised him with both hands above his head and smashed him to the ground. The crowd cheered wildly.

The King congratulated the champion and ordered a robe of honor to be given to him. He reproached the boy, saying: "You were ill-bred enough to dare to challenge your teacher and how you see how hollow your boast was!"

The boy answered: "O lord of the word! He did not overpower me with his strength but rather because of one trick which he never accepted to teach me. Today this one trick gave him the victory."

The King retorted: "It was just for such a day that he had kept his trick! Have you not heard what the wise say? "Never give a friend such power over you that if one day he tries to be your enemy, he can defeat you."

The teacher betrayed by his pupil said: "There is no such thing as loyalty in this world, or at least no one today knows the meaning of loyalty. Whoever learned a trick from me, finally tried to do me down."
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PostSubject: Re: stories   Sun Jul 11, 2010 10:49 am

Thomas Edison's laboratory was virtually destroyed by fire in December, 1914. Although the damage exceeded $2 million, the buildings were only insured for $238,000 because they were made of concrete and thought to be fireproof.

Much of Edison's life's work went up in spectacular flames that December night. At the height of the fire, Edison's 24-year old son, Charles, frantically searched for his father among the smoke and debris.

He finally found him, calmly watching the scene, his face glowing in the reflection, his white hair blowing in the wind.
"My heart ached for him," said Charles.

"He was 67 - no longer a young man - and everything was going up in flames. When he saw me, he shouted, "Charles, where's your mother?"

When I told him I didn't know, he said, "Find her. Bring her here. She will never see anything like this as long as she lives."
The next morning, Edison looked at the ruins and said, "There is great value in disaster. All our mistakes are burned up. Thank God we can start anew."

Three weeks after the fire, Edison managed to deliver his first phonograph.
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PostSubject: Re: stories   Sun Jul 18, 2010 1:24 pm

The story about the tiny frogs….
Life’s lesson

No. 1.

There once was bunch of tiny frogs,...

… who arranged a running competition.

The goal was to reach the top of a very high tower.

A big crowd had gathered around the tower to see the race and cheer on the contestants...

The race began...


No one in crowd really believed that the tiny frogs would reach the top of the tower.

You heard statements such as:

"Oh, WAY too difficult!!

They will NEVER make it to the top."


"Not a chance that they will succeed. The tower is too high!"

The tiny frogs began collapsing. One by one...

... Except for those who in a fresh tempo were climbing higher and higher...

The crowd continued to yell

"It is too difficult!!! No one will make it!"

More tiny frogs got tired and gave up...

...But ONE continued higher and higher and higher...

This one wouldn’t give up!

At the end everyone else had given up climbing the tower. Except for the one tiny frog who after a big effort was the only one who reached the top!

THEN all of the other tiny frogs naturally wanted to know how this one frog managed to do it?

A contestant asked the tiny frog how the one who succeeded had found the strength to reach the goal?

It turned out...

That the winner was DEAF!!!!
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PostSubject: Re: stories   Sun Jul 17, 2011 7:03 pm

Touching one....
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PostSubject: Re: stories   Sun Jul 17, 2011 7:06 pm

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PostSubject: ദേവിയുടെ വള (ബാലാമണിയമ്മ കുട്ടികള്‍ക്കായി എഴുതിയ കഥ)   Wed Jul 20, 2011 11:20 am

ആ വളക്കാരന്‍ അന്നും പതിവുപോലെ വളവില്പനയ്ക്കായി തെരുവിലേക്കിറങ്ങി.
ഇത്രയും രാവിലെ ആരാണ് വള വാങ്ങാനുണ്ടാവുക? തെരുവുപിള്ളരോ? വഴിയാത്രക്കാരായ ചിലര്‍ തെരുവില്‍ക്കൂടി പോകുന്നുണ്ടെങ്കിലും അയാളെ ഒന്നു തിരിഞ്ഞുനോക്കുകപോലും ചെയ്തില്ല.
'വള വേണോ... വള! നല്ല ശംഖുവളകള്‍...'

ജനശൂന്യമായ ആ തെരുവീഥിയുടെ ഒരു ഭാഗത്ത് വിശാലമായ കുളവും സമീപത്തൊരു ആല്‍മരവുമുണ്ട്. അതൊരമ്പലക്കുളമാണ്. കുളത്തിന്റെ പടവുകളെല്ലാം കുളുര്‍മയുള്ള വെണ്ണക്കല്ലുകള്‍ പതിച്ചതായിരുന്നു. ആ വെണ്ണക്കല്ലില്‍ പ്രഭാതത്തിനെ നോക്കി ഒരു യുവതി ഇരിക്കുന്നുണ്ട്.

ഈ സമയത്ത് ഒരു യുവതി തനിച്ചിരിക്കുക!
'ഇതാ നോക്കണം. സൂര്യരശ്മിയില്‍ മിന്നിത്തിളങ്ങുന്ന ഈ വളകള്‍ നോക്കണം. ഈ വളകള്‍ ഇട്ട കൈകളുടെ ഉടമസ്ഥന് പിന്നീട് ദുഃഖം അനുഭവിക്കേണ്ടിവരില്ല. അത്രയും മാന്ത്രികശക്തിയുള്ള വളകളാണിവ.'
'ഹേ, സുന്ദരീ... ഈ വളകള്‍ വാങ്ങുക. ഭാവിയില്‍ നിങ്ങള്‍ക്ക് വരാനിടയുള്ള എല്ലാ ദുഃഖങ്ങളും ആപത്തുകളും ഇതു നിശ്ശേഷം നശിപ്പിക്കും.' യുവതിക്ക് വളകള്‍ ഇഷ്ടപ്പെട്ടു. അവള്‍ കരങ്ങള്‍ നീട്ടിക്കാണിച്ചു.
'ഹാ! എത്ര മനോഹരമായ കൈകള്‍! ഈ ലോകത്തില്‍ ഇത്തരം കൈകള്‍ കാണാന്‍ പ്രയാസം. വളയും ഈ കൈകളും എന്തൊരു ചേര്‍ച്ചയാണ്.' വളക്കാരന്‍ പറഞ്ഞു.
വളയിട്ട കൈകള്‍ നോക്കി അവള്‍ പുഞ്ചിരി തൂകി. 'ഇതിന്
എന്താണ് വില?'
വളക്കാരന്‍ പറഞ്ഞു: 'പതിനാറു പണം.'
'ശരി. എന്റെ വീട്ടിലേക്കു ചെല്ലുക. അവിടെ ചെന്നാല്‍ കിട്ടും.'
'വീട് എവിടെയാണെന്നറിയില്ലല്ലോ', മന്ദഹസിച്ചുകൊണ്ടയാള്‍ പറഞ്ഞു.
'അതാ... ആ കാടുകള്‍ക്കപ്പുറത്ത്. അകലെയായി ഉയര്‍ന്നുനില്ക്കുന്ന ഒരു ഗോപുരം കാണുന്നില്ലേ? അതിനെ ലക്ഷ്യമാക്കി പൊയ്‌ക്കൊള്ളൂ. എന്നാലെന്റെ വീട്ടിലെത്തും. എത്തിയ ഉടന്‍ വാതിലില്‍ മുട്ടിനോക്കുക. ഒരുപക്ഷേ, എന്റെ ഭര്‍ത്താവിനെ അവിടെ കണ്ടെന്നു വരില്ല. അച്ഛനുണ്ടായിരിക്കും. അദ്ദേഹം ദയാമൂര്‍ത്തിയാണ്. ഞാനിവിടെനിന്ന് വളകള്‍ വാങ്ങിയിട്ടുണ്ടെന്നു പറയുക. എന്നാല്‍ അദ്ദേഹം അതിന്റെ വില തരും.'
'ഒരു സംശയം; നിങ്ങള്‍ പറഞ്ഞത് ആ ക്ഷേത്രത്തിന്റെ പൂജാരിയാണ്. അദ്ദേഹത്തോട് പറയുമ്പോള്‍ ഒരുപക്ഷേ, കൈയില്‍ പണ
മില്ലെന്നു പറയുവാനിടയുണ്ട്.'
'അങ്ങനെ പറഞ്ഞാല്‍ ശ്രീകോവിലിന്റെ അരികിലായി ഒരു ചെറിയ പെട്ടി ഇരിപ്പുണ്ട്. കുങ്കുമക്കുറികളണിഞ്ഞ പെട്ടി. അതെന്റെ പെട്ടിയാണ്. അത് തുറന്നാല്‍ പണമുണ്ടായിരിക്കും. അതില്‍നിന്നെടുത്തു തരാന്‍ പറയുക.'
സുന്ദരിയായ യുവതി വെള്ളത്തിലേക്കിറങ്ങി. വളക്കാരന്‍ ക്ഷേത്രഗോപുരത്തിലേക്കും.
വളക്കാരന്‍ അമ്പലമുറ്റത്തെത്തി.

'വള വേണോ വള വള'-പഴയ പല്ലവി.

വൃദ്ധനായ പുരോഹിതന്‍ ഉമ്മറത്തേക്കു വന്നു.
'അനിയാ അകത്തേക്കു വരിക. സ്വല്പം നിവേദ്യം കഴിക്കാം. നിങ്ങള്‍ക്കിപ്പോള്‍ വിശക്കുന്നുണ്ടായിരിക്കും.'
'ഗുരോ ഞാനിവിടെ വന്നത് അങ്ങയുടെ പുത്രി എന്റെ പക്കല്‍നിന്ന് പതിനാറു പണത്തിന് വളകള്‍ വാങ്ങിയിട്ടുണ്ട്. അതിന്റെ വില വാങ്ങുവാനാണ്.'
'എന്റെ മകളോ? നിന്നോടാരാണ് പറഞ്ഞത്?'

'കുളക്കരയിലേക്ക് കുളിക്കാന്‍ പോയ പുത്രിയാണ് വളകള്‍ വാങ്ങിയത്.'

'എനിക്ക് പെണ്‍മക്കളേ ഇല്ല. ഒരേ ഒരു പുത്രനേ ഉള്ളൂ. അവനിവിടെ ഇല്ലതാനും. നിന്നെ ഏതോ കള്ളിപ്പെണ്ണ് ചതിച്ചുകളഞ്ഞു!'
'ഒരിക്കലുമില്ല. അവള്‍ അങ്ങയുടെ മകള്‍തന്നെ. എന്നോടൊരിക്കലും കളവ് പറഞ്ഞതായിരിക്കയില്ല. മാത്രമല്ല, അച്ഛന്‍ പണമില്ലെന്നു പറയുകയാണെങ്കില്‍ ശ്രീകോവിലിനരികിലുള്ള കുങ്കുമപ്പെട്ടിയില്‍ പണമിരിപ്പുണ്ട്, അതില്‍നിന്നെടുത്തു തരാന്‍ പറയണം എന്നുകൂടി ആ യുവതി പറയുകയുണ്ടായി.'
'ഒരു നിമിഷനേരം നില്ക്കുക.'
പുരോഹിതന്‍ പറഞ്ഞു. അയാള്‍ ശ്രീകോവിലിനരികിലെ കുങ്കുമപ്പെട്ടി എടുത്തുകൊണ്ടുവന്ന് തുറന്നുനോക്കി.
പതിനാറു പണംമാത്രം!

'ഇതെന്തൊരദ്ഭുതം! കൃത്യമായ ഈ സംഖ്യ നീ എടുത്തുകൊള്ളുക. നീ ഭാഗ്യവാനാണ്. അനുഗൃഹീതനാണ്. എന്റെ ഹൃദയം തകരുന്നു. നീ കണ്ട ആ മുഖം ഒരു നോക്കു കാണുവാന്‍ ഞാനെത്ര കാലമായി ഇവിടെ തപസ്സു ചെയ്യുന്നു. നിങ്ങള്‍ക്ക് അനായാസേന അതു ലഭ്യമായി. ഞാനെത്ര പ്രാര്‍ഥിച്ചു. എത്ര ഉപവാസമെടുത്തു. എത്ര കേണപേക്ഷിച്ചു. യാതൊരു ഫലവുമുണ്ടായില്ല. ഞാന്‍ ചെയ്ത സുകൃതക്ഷയമായിരിക്കും. യാതൊന്നുമറിയാത്ത നിന്റെ മുന്‍പാകെ അവള്‍ എത്തി. നീ പുണ്യവാനാണ് സഹോദരാ.'

പുരോഹിതനിത്രയും പറഞ്ഞപ്പോഴേക്കും വളക്കാരന്‍ തന്റെ കെട്ട് അവിടെ ഇട്ടു. കുളക്കരയിലേക്കു പാഞ്ഞു. ആ യുവതിയെ ഒരിക്കല്‍ക്കൂടി കാണാന്‍. പുരോഹിതനും പിറകേ എത്തി.

പക്ഷേ, കുളക്കര ശൂന്യമായിരുന്നു. അവന്‍ ആ ദേവിയെ വിളിച്ചു നിലവിളിച്ചു.

അകലെ ശ്രീകോവിലില്‍നിന്ന് പൂജയ്ക്കുള്ള മണി മുഴങ്ങി. പൂജാരി നിലവിളി തുടര്‍ന്നു. 'എന്റെ ദേവീ, പൂജയ്ക്കുള്ള സമയമായി. ഞാനിതാ കണ്ണുനീര്‍ തൂകി കാത്തുനില്ക്കുന്നു. ഞാന്‍ ദേവിയെ കാണാതെ തിരിച്ചുപോകണമെന്നോ? ദേവിയാണ് വളകള്‍ വാങ്ങിയത് എന്നതിന് എന്തെങ്കിലും അടയാളം എനിക്കു കാണിച്ചുതരില്ലേ?

പൂജാരിയുടെ അപേക്ഷയ്ക്കു ഫലമുണ്ടായി. ജലത്തിന് ഒരിളക്കം. മിന്നിത്തിളങ്ങുന്ന വളകള്‍ അണിഞ്ഞ ഒരു കൈ വെള്ളത്തിനു മുകളില്‍ ഒരു നിമിഷം ഉയര്‍ന്നു കാണപ്പെട്ടു. ഒരു നിമിഷം മാത്രം!

ആ കൈ വെള്ളത്തിലേക്കു താണു. ആ കൈക്ക് കോടി സൂര്യന്മാരുടെ പ്രകാശമുണ്ടായിരുന്നു. പുരോഹിതനും വളക്കാരനും സംതൃപ്തനായി. ഈ സംഭവം കഴിഞ്ഞിട്ട് നൂറ്റാണ്ടുകള്‍ കഴിഞ്ഞു. എന്നിരുന്നാലും ആ ക്ഷേത്രത്തിന്റെ മുന്‍പില്‍ ആ വളക്കാരന്റെ വംശക്കാര്‍ ഇന്നും വള വില്ക്കാനായി നില്ക്കുന്നുണ്ടെന്നുള്ളതാണ് പരമാര്‍ഥം.
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