THE BETTER-HALF !
THE sun was moving sadly towards the west, grieved at the many
sorrowful sights he had witnessed when suddenly his face brightened
at a pleasing scene of love and patience. Tukaram, the composer and
singer of devotional music was on his way home. Loaded with ten long
stalks of sugar-cane. His eyes shone with child-like innocence, his
face beamed with love and peace.
Children loved him and flocked in his way. They held out their hands
and he doled out to them the juicy canes till only one was left.
His wife, watched with dismay Tukaram’s generous distribution. When
he offered her the solitary cane, she cried out scornfully, “Why did
you keep this one? Why didn’t you hand it out with the rest to show
the children how large-hearted you are?” She snatched the stalk from
his hand, and with rage, she brought it crashing down on his back.
The cane snapped in two. Tukaram smiled and said:
“I knew you wouldn’t eat it alone. You are truly my better-half,
always ready to share whatever you have. “So saying he started
munching the juicy cane, as cheerful as a child. His wife could not
resist this utter simplicity of Tukaram and melted into tears of
regret and affection.
Clothes stained with blood cannot be cleansed by blood but by water;
similarly, rage cannot be removed by rage but by love.