ABSTRACT
One day when I was in a market near the kotwali (police station), engaged in worrying about finances, a man I didn't know came up to me and asked, 'Do you want employment?' I said 'Yes'. Then he said, 'Good I can get you a very good job. It's the sort of work which will make your heart joyful'. To this I said, 'I will work but I won't be able to work for more than six months or a year'. He said, 'Good! You should come. When you wish, then quit working. Nothing will happen. Come, you should visit J aganathji'. 'My mind was not mature. On these words I came along! Deceived in this way, high class Indians come and bear hardships for their whole lives'.
