Love account

Every day another village to sell milk of an Ahir bala of village On the way a river falls. The milk box on the banks of the river opens and one of them brings a lotus milk. Selling a bottle of milk in a milk box and selling milk that runs towards the river crossing.
It was his daily routine.

On one of the trees on the bank of the river, Sant Malukdas ji kept chanting the beads and saw this Ahir bala's activities every day with surprise. One day he did not stay with him and gave voice to the top.

• Listen daughter!
• Yes! Saint. Speak no
• Do not mind if you want to ask one thing.
• Do not ask Baba. What is your point of view?
• daughter! I see every day You come here One of the milk cans bring a lotus milk and mix a latha water in the compartment? Why do you do that?

The girl lowered the eyes! Dad! In the village where I sell milk, no ... my engagement is fixed there. I just live there. Every time I am engaged, I take a lot of milk and carry them daily. Due to lack of milk, we get mixed in a lotus water box.

• What are you doing? Have you ever calculated?
  So much milk has been meaningless - so far you For your fiancé?

• The girl responded raising her eyes - Baba! When all the life was decided to hand him over, then what to calculate? As much as could be given. Save as much as I can.

By the hand of Maluk Das ji, the garland should go and go to the river.

back home

That Ahir caught the feet of Baala, and said,

daughter! You opened my eyes. I used to calculate the rosary, I did not understand the meaning of chanting.

When all the life handed over to him, then what is the account? How many wreaths are there?
This is love.

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