Once upon a time, in a small, bustling town, there lived a young boy who was struck by tragedy at an early age. His parents passed away when he was just a small child, leaving him alone in a world that felt vast and unforgiving. His days were filled with uncertainty and longing as he wandered the streets, seeking solace in the dim lights that lined the town's narrow alleys.
He found shelter in a humble dharmashala, a place where the destitute sought refuge. Kind-hearted strangers took pity on him, offering meals on different days of the week. Each home he visited held a story of compassion, and some of these generous souls extended their kindness further by supporting his education.
The boy, driven by an unyielding determination, studied diligently under the flickering street lights. The nights were long and often cold, but his resolve never wavered. His dedication bore fruit as he not only graduated but also achieved a master's degree. This was no small feat for a boy who had started with nothing but dreams and grit.
With his newfound qualifications, he secured a job and quickly climbed the ranks through sheer hard work. His life transformed as he rose to the position of a senior official in his department. Yet, amid his success, he never forgot the struggles that had shaped him.
One fateful day, he crossed paths with a wise Sadhu. The Sadhu, with eyes that seemed to pierce through to the soul, spoke gently, "Do not forget the Bhagavan who has blessed you with these good days. Remember His name daily."
The man, with gratitude in his heart, replied, "Once I retire and start receiving my pension, I will devote all my time to Namasmaran."
Years passed, and the man eventually retired. His pension was generous, a testament to his years of hard work. However, as the days of retirement unfolded, he found himself restless and consumed by a new worry.
He sought out the Sadhu once more and, with a troubled heart, confessed, "I have a second wife, and with her, I have four children. Should I take on another job?"
The Sadhu, surprised by the question, asked, "Is your pension insufficient to support you?"
The man sighed deeply, "I have enough for my family and me for now. I have even set aside a significant inheritance for each of my children. Yet, I am plagued by the fear that it may not be enough. I worry about their future, about how they will sustain themselves."
The Sadhu chuckled softly, a sound filled with both amusement and wisdom. "You were once a poor orphan, reliant on the kindness of strangers for your very survival. Bhagavan guided you through those dark days, never abandoning you. Why do you doubt that He will do the same for your children?"
The man stood there, speechless, as the weight of the Sadhu's words sank in. Tears welled up in his eyes as he bowed his head in deep reverence. He returned home, his heart lighter and his mind at peace, having shed the burden of his needless worries.
From that day forward, he embraced his faith with renewed vigor, trusting in the divine care that had always been with him, just as it would be with his children.
