Parabels of Mahavir

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

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MAHAVIR
No! no! no! it is never too late.. (he tears the cloth of crystalline glow in two ) This is all I have left to give you. Accept it with humility and faith; half of this cloth I bear on my shoulder and tear in two, to share it with you.
( Som receives it, somewhat gloomily)
Be not disheartened. It carries the perfume of the bareness of my shoulder which is the perfume of renunciation. Take it and go your
way.
And remember, along with it I give you my word that in some early next birth you will ask no other gift of me than the gift of Myself-the Eternal Gift granted by the Light that casts no shadow..
WEAVER'S ROOM The Weaver seated at his loom is delighted to see his friend SOM who enters, half-happy, half-sad.