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Story : Triumph of Love over Money and Power

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Once there was a very powerful man in a city. He had everything under his disposal. He always boasted of his money and power. There lived another man in the same city who had neither power nor money, but what he had was immense love for the commoners who used to call him a saint, a great lover of man. There began a rivalry between these two over a simple thing....................


Triumph of Love over Money and Power

Once there was a very powerful man in a city. He had everything under his disposal. He always boasted of his money and power. There lived another man in the same city who had neither power nor money, but what he had was immense love for the commoners who used to call him a saint, a great lover of man. There began a rivalry between these two over a simple thing. The powerful man wanted to build a new palace in a very short time. He expressed his desire to his aider. One of them said, “Sir, you have money and power. So, don’t worry.” His associates started the work. The saint on the other hand started digging a tank in order to mitigate (হ্রাস করা) the sufferings of the commoners for drinking water. The palace builders soon realised that they were falling short of workers because of the saint’s assignment. So they went to their master and informed him of the problem. The master said to them, “Well, go and say to the saint to stop his work for a few months.” The mercenaries went to the saint and told him of the advice of their master. The saint softly said to them, “Look, here people are working to mitigate their own sufferings. If they agree to your proposal, you will have enough workforce to hire. It’s not me. Go to the workers.” So they went to the workers and tried all means to convince them but none of them seemed convinced. “Well, we are going back to our master. He will surely teach you a good lesson.” “Perhaps, your master may not get enough time to teach us a lesson,” said the saint on the back of the departing mercenaries. However, when they told their master everything, his ego got so hurt that it created tremendous pressure on his nerves and he fell down dead due to heart failure. The mercenaries heard the echo of what the saint had said. They whispered among themselves.

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