One misty morning on a narrow, winding mountain path, two wanderers met.Looking at each other both of them felt presence
of Guru.The onetraveling upwards heavily placed his luggage on the ground,
sat down on a stone, the other with satchel on his shoulder was going downwards, kept standing.He observed the man then asked: ' Hey, look here, how should a drop
of water fall and notdisturb the surface of water?
How should I lift up my bundle and notfeel the weight?
On that they parted.The one on his way down thought' make your
luggage take you up'. The other on the stone bemused with the question of the stranger easily picked up his luggage started
briskly walking up the mountain and as if talking with him
answered' can fire be a friend to water?
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