Life is an Inn, no one can stay here permanently

The sage went towards the palace and went straight into the hall without asking without a guard. When Raja saw that he was full of anger The king said - What is the nature of this? Mahatma ji, how did you come in without any command?

Sadhu replied politely - I want to stay in this inn tonight. This thing was very bad to the king, it is said that Mahatma ji is my palace palace. There is no inn, go somewhere else.

The sadhu said - O King, who was this palace in front of you? King - my father's, monk - who was this before your dad? King - my grandfather's.

Sadhu smiled and said - O king, the way people come to stay in the inn for a while, this is your palace palace which for some time was your grandfather, then for some time your father was, now For some time you have, tomorrow someone else will.

This palace that you boast so much is an inn where a person comes for some time and then goes.

The King was so impressed by the words of the monk that all the Rajpat, leaving the honor and fell at the feet of the monk, apologized to Mahatma ji and took an oath of never boasting again.

Friends, this is not just a story, but a very big lesson in this story is hidden. This world is like a tavern where some people come everyday and some people go everyday. Keep a good thought, do good work, because one day everyone has to go to this room.