Vedantic Tales
The Blue Pellet |
Mother, Madhav cried, bursting into the room, I am going to renounce the world! Barely were the words out of his mouth than he regretted their abruptness.
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The Wayfarer |
In India long ago there lived a man who made his living by theft and murder and who saw no wrong therein. Or if in the bottom of his soul he saw wrong.
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I Carry |
Sometimes the flat rice fields that surrounded the small village in the heart of India were flooded so that the palm trees along their embankments were reflected in the tranquil waters.
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