Once upon a time ,There was a rich trader in one of the most
developed town of india,who had for good or for bad four wives.
But for more reasons than one he had more soft corner for his
last wife ,then the rest of them,but this does not mean that he
did not love his other wives.
He also loved his third wife very much. He's very proud of her
and always wanted to show off her to his friends. However, the
trader was always in great fear that she might run away with
some other men.
He too, loved his second wife. She was very considerate person,
always patient and in fact is the most confidante. Whenever the
trader faced some problems, he always turned to her and she
would always help him out and tide him through difficult times.
Now, the traders first wife wass a very loyal partner and has
made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and business
as well as taking care of the household. However, the trader did
not love the first wife and although she loved him deeply, he
hardly took notice of her.
One day, the trader fell ill. Before long, he knew that he was
going to die soon. He thought of his luxurious life and told
himself, "Now I have four wives with me. But when I die, I'll be
alone. How lonely I'll be!"
Thus, he asked the last wife, "I loved you most, endowed you with
the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that
I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?" "No way!"
replied the wife and she walked away without another word.
The answer cut like a sharp knife right into the traders heart.
The sad trader then asked the third wife, the same question and
alas received the same answer.
He then asked his second wife,the same question and it was no
suprise for him this time,as the answe which he heard was the
same as his earlier wives had given.
Lastly he turned to his first wife,who was not keeping good
health for some time,and asked the same question..to his suprise
she said....: "I'll leave with you. I'll follow you no matter
where you go"...these words were like a soothing balm to him,may
be these words were said because of her old age and sickness but
they were really soothful.
So to analyse the above story to our present jet world one can
say that each and every married person of today has four
wives..do not be suprised...it goes like this the first wife is
our soul,the second is our family,third is our worldy
possessions,and lastly it is our materilastic body.
The Moral of the story;Dont trust the materialistic world,but
always think the purpose of your life...and move forward...