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The Flowing Water The sun had started spreading his gentle rays over the wide expanse of Shuklatirth. The bank of the river looked desolate with no one there. The waters of the Narmada were flowing apace. It must be because of some urgency that they were flowing on so swiftly. But even as they hurried on, they whispered unto me a secret of their heart. With a vivid smile beaming like a star in the firmament, they uttered: ‘Man! You are stàtic, we are dynamic.' ‘To so many deities you are attached; we are bound to only one Ocean. 'Your goal is uncertain; ours is fixed.' 'You are enamoured of an individual, we are saturated in a community.' 'You magnify the little drawbacks of others. We chasten even the big defaults of others by cleansing them off. “The bright becomes sordid contacting you; the sordid becomes bright in contact with us.' ‘Go! Thou selfish being, go! No meeting ground can there ever exist between your thoughts and acts and utterances on one side and ours on the other. Hence, to eschew your contact we are moving apace towards the sea!
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