Amrit food and flower bed
At the end of the village is a small school. An old woman lives in that house. She gets up from her bed even at night. She roams around the village like a moth, doing whatever work she has to do. In whose house she washes the dishes, in whose house she cleans the dirty clothes. That is why the whole village has great respect for the honey mother and has no leisure. When does her hand ever stop? What she gets by working all day long, happiness and sadness change. The old woman has been hiding her eyes for a long time. At home, she is called a child. Her name is Madhu. She studies in the village school. She studies with great enthusiasm. Guruji and Gurumaa have great admiration for Madhu. For this little Bakta, the old woman does not sleep or stop her work. Forgetting hunger and thirst, she works day and night to educate her son with whatever she gets. She always thinks, who else do I have, if the child becomes a human being, she will be sad.
Madhu finished her studies from the village school and went to a high school. The old woman asks for whatever she gets, and gives her a book and an account. She finished her high school studies. Madhu passed the final exam with good marks. Her great desire is to study in college. But where is the money at home? The old mother is tired of working hard for her. There is no land. That house is a piece of land.
The old woman said, “Father, I can’t educate you anymore. Now you understand. Look at the little piece of land. At this age, I can’t work anymore.”
Madhu saw the darkness in a hurry. What will she do? Is it so easy to get a piece of land? A rich man of that village, Harish Babu, works as a contractor. Whenever he needs anything; Madhu informs him. He buys books. He meets him and expresses his sorrow. Hearing his sorrow, he says, “Oh! I have work to do in faraway places. You come, help me, and look after all my work.” Madhu told everything to her mother. Hearing this, her mother sat down with her head in her hands. “Why are you going so far away and leaving me? What am I doing here alone?
I will eat nectar and sleep on a flower bed.”
Madhu was adamant. If he went out and did anything, he would be sad. What would he do sitting at home? What else would the old woman say? Forced to agree to her words, Madhu left with the few things he had. While leaving, she touched her mother’s feet and said, “Mother! Please bless me; if I work outside and earn a few paisa, you will be sad.”
The mother took her son in her arms and cried, “Hey, wherever you go, I will obey two of my words. The first thing was – we will always eat nectar and the second thing was – we will sleep on a flower bed. We will always remember these things. Nothing will happen to you.”
Hearing these words from her mother, Madhu stood still. No words came out of her mouth. She thought, “Mother! What are you telling me this?” She said in fear, “Mother, we are very poor people. I am going to work in the suburbs to feed my stomach. Where can I get good things to eat nectar and where can I get a very thick and soft bed to sleep on a flower bed? "
Mother bowed her head and said- "Father! You have been watching me since I was a child, when are my hands and feet tied? Day and night, I work hard, in the heat, rain and cold. I see my body getting worse one day. Do you know the reason for this? That is why I am telling you, whether you are at home or outside, I will eat nectar. This means that if you are very hungry, you will eat anything. Whatever you eat when you are hungry, you will taste like nectar. There is an old saying about this.
'If you are hungry, eat, keep yourself hungry, eat, never go to the doctor.'
The next thing was, 'We will sleep on a flower bed.' This means that we will always work hard. We will not be afraid to do any work or sit idle. We will always work hard, paying attention to what the boss says. Whether that work is teaching or any other work. We will not be lazy. After the daily work
Whether you sleep on the grass or on the ground, you will sleep well, and the flowers will feel like a bed. Whatever you eat, you will digest well. Your body and mind will always be good. Keep these two things in mind and work accordingly. You will see that wherever you are, you will not face any problem. I am doing you good, go, I am waiting for you on your way back.
Hearing the last words of the mother, a smile spread across Madhu's face. He thought to himself- 'Blessed mother! You have so much respect for me. Mother! I will follow your words to the letter.'
After hitting the dust of the mother's feet on his forehead and holding the bundle of things, he slowly led him.
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