Weaving Life's Pieces

I believe life is a journey and as life journeys on, it leaves behind pieces of itself. Picking up those pieces and weaving them into multicoloured delightful patterns is what makes the journey well remembered. Dyed from a mixture of chemicals and vegetables, those pieces come together in shades of happiness and sorrow.


Saturday, December 26, 2009

Honesty - or an Eyewash?

A man lying on his deathbed promised God that if he stayed alive and got well he would sell his palatial house and give away the money to the poor. Miraculously, the sick man began to recover and eventually got well. He remembered his promise but could not bring himself to part with his house. So he devised a plan. He advertised to sell his house for only a token sum of one silver coin on the condition that anyone who bought the house would also buy his dog for a million dollars. Very soon, he found a buyer. He sold the house, put the million dollars in his pocket and gave the silver coin to charity. - Shiv Khera, 2003

The man kept his word, but violated its spirit.

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