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The sage of Tarun giri and seven old seekers - Manoj Das

This is a short story by Indian writer Manoj Das.

The seven old friends were sitting in the club house discussing their problems. Judge Jekyl, Lall, Khanna, Tapan, Mishra and others.

When Lall mentions weeping in his talk, Tapan remembers Tukan baba. He says that the Baba is the greatest weeper he know. He will weeps all the twenty four hours. Khanna askas Tapan if he has ever met Tukan baba? Tapan replies that he had passed short time with him twenty years ago.

He was director of the state forestry. One day he finds his schoolmate Meghananda while inspecting the forest. He was now disciple of Tukan baba. He led Tapan to his guru who lived in a cave has halfway up a hill in the denser part of the forest. The Baba never come out by day. It was only on full moon night that he was certain to come out. He then tells how he was weeping all the time.

As he ends his story, other men pledge to Tapan for taking them to Tapan baba. They went there at night of full moon. They sat before Baba's cave and started weeping as baba was going to come out. One minute later baba comes out but they were shocked when they found baba smiling. Baba smiled toward seven men and went into the cave again. They feels that they were cheated. It was embarrassing. But Meghananda was very happy. He said that you all are very lucky. The Baba smiling is a rare and remarkable event which occurs once in several years. Last time he smiled was twenty years ago. Whoever touch his feet in this occasion, all his desires will be fulfilled. But non of them had touched Baba's feet and so they were repenting. They requested Meghananda to bring baba back but Meghananda denied. They said that if Meghananda do not call baba out, they will go inside the cave forcefully. Meghananda smiles and says that you can try. As they tried to enter the cave one huge roar comes from inside the cave and shakes the hill. All of them started to roll down the hill except Tapan. Meghananda tells him that they can try after twenty years and tap on Tapan and He also starts to roll down the hill.


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