Parabels of Mahavir

Author(s): Harindranath Chattopadhyaya
Publisher: Shri Kiran Publishers

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deep contemplation, without a twitch, encircled by ring within ring within ring of tranqulity.
(and now starts the tinkling sound of temple bells......... )
The Curtain rises, revealing on the stage, right in the centre, a beautiful Mother caught in a patch of warm glow thrown on to her by a shaft of light suddenly merging out of the darkness.
MOTHER ( gradually turning pale )
What has befallen ? the inside hath
all of a sudden stopped stirring ! I fear it is dead, it is dead! or-is my
judgment, being human, an erring Judgment, a false preconception ? Sweet
Lord of the Heavens ! be near me ! I need you ! I call to you out of the
deep deep heart : Can you hear me ! If you can not, confess you are deaf ! if
you can, you are dumb ! o speak to me! tell me, why is my baby