In a village many years ago, there used to be carefree man roaming and begging for food, and sleeping in odd places, since he did not have any shelter or home of his own, and lived a life of a monk
One fine morning, a newly born baby was found crying near his sitting place, the villagers got angry on him and blamed for this illegal act of having begotten a baby, and spoiling the life of some innocent woman of the village, and they also had beaten him, and took the baby under their care.
The monk replied: You may be right.
After a few days, the villagers went to the monk, and asked for forgiveness, since they had found out the mother of the baby, and she had confirmed that it was not from this monk.
The monk replied: You may be right.
(Modified from the book: A New Earth by Eckhart Tolle).
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In last two years, I have broken nearly nine glasses, and whenever my wife had found the pieces in the garbage can, she had asked me: did you break this glass?
And I would reply: May be.
Then, she would say who else might be?
Then I would again say: May be.
And she would lift the dust bin and go, while saying: you are incorrigible; and I would scream: I am a monk, I do not have any attachment to materialistic and 'kshanabhangur' objects!!!
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