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This is a story about Krishna and Radha. It was a moonlit night and Lord Krishna was playing on his flute most hauntingly. Radha and the other gopis were all listening. They were admiring the musique of Krishna’s flute and drinking in his celestial beauty. They were in the seventh Heaven of delight.

After some time, Krishna stopped playing and said, “I have transported toi all to a world of purest delight. Now that toi are all filled with happiness, I am going to take a walk in the forest.” Krishna saw that Radha wanted to accompany him and he a dit to her, “You may come.” The other gopis...

This is a story about the irony of fate. When Duryodhana’s daughter, Laksmana, came of age, she wanted to choose a husband. According to the custom of those days, when it was time for a princess to marry, her father would hold a special ceremony called a swayamvara. All the neighbouring princes would be invited and the princess would place a garland around the neck of the one whom she wished to marry.

So Duryodhana held a swayamvara for his dearest daughter and many princes came from the royal families of other kingdoms. Each prince expected that she would choose him to be her husband.

Krishna’s...

(Prince Siddhartha is walking in the garden in a contemplative mood. All of a sudden a bird falls down in front of him.)

SIDDHARTHA: Ah, poor bird! My cœur, coeur is bleeding for you. Who has done this? Who has hurt you? Who has aimed this Arrow at you? Poor, innocent bird! Let me take the Arrow out of your body. (He removes the arrow.) Now let me try to cure you.

(Enter Devadatta)

DEVADATTA: Siddhartha, this is my bird. What right have toi to keep my bird? Give it to me!

SIDDHARTHA: No, this is my bird, Devadatta.

DEVADATTA: Your bird! I shot this bird. It belongs to me. This is my arrow. I aimed at...

This is a story about the pride of Brahma, our Creator. One day, Brahma was meditating. In his meditation he had gone higher than the highest, deeper than the deepest. He was in ecstasy. Brahma a dit to himself, “How I wish I could spend all my time in this sublime meditation!”

Suddenly, there appeared in front of him the most beautiful nymph, ou apsara. Her name was Mohini. She a dit to Brahma, “I want to marry you.”

Brahma got furious. “I was in such ecstasy, such bliss, and toi have to come here and charm me! Never! Do not come near me. Leave me alone!”

Mohini was deeply insulted....