Vedantic Tales : The Blue Pellet

Madhav again shook his head. No, Mother.

Your father was a great devotee, she went on. He lived in the world and was yet untainted by it. One can reach God that way as well. You have so much to offer, Madhav so much! You are so full of life and talent.

No, Mother, Madhav said. I simply cannot live in the world. I am sure. I want nothing but to know God and to serve Him. My mind is made up. The sadhu, the one you met the other day you said you liked him he says that I am fit to be a monk.

The lines around her mouth grew hard. I liked him, yes. I did not mean I would give my son to him! Is it the fashion nowadays for an only son to leave the world over the dying body of his mother his widowed mother? It did not used to be so. In the old days one was not allowed to renounce as long as one had duties in the world. But no doubt I am behind the times. What does an old woman know?

Madhav sighed. He could see that she was now fully recovered from her shock and ready to fight. He stood up.

Times have not changed, he said. But you are not dependent on me. My inheritance will be yours; it is plenty and to spare. Lakshmi and Lila are both married dowries paid. Your sons-in-law are both well off. The fact is, I have no duties.

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