The Woodcutter and His Axe
Here is a story one may have read during childhood in some Sanskrit book. The same is written here with the help of that memory. The conclusion to be drawn is left to the readers. There was a poor woodcutter. He would daily go to cut some dry branches of trees with the help of an old axe. He would sell those dry twigs in the nearby “Haat” to earn his livelihood. One day, he, having climbed upon a tree situated beside a flowing river, was cutting some dry branches of the tree. Suddenly, the axe slipped out of his hand and fell into that flowing river and disappeared. The woodcutter became deeply sad. He sat on the bank of the river and wept like a child, crying in grief. How would he, without the axe, eke out his living and support his family? Seeing the poor woodcutter in deep grief and anxiety, the water god Varuna, in the guise of a diver, appeared before him and asked him the reason for weeping. The woodcutter explained to the diver his plight. The diver went inside the river and re...