One fine morning in early spring the Master was regaling us with one hilarious story after another. The Master rolled on ground between guffaws while the rest of us (about a hundred) clutched our stomachs gasping for breath, laughing our heads off. But amidst all that merriment, there reposed one young girl of untold beauty, whose downcast eyes and pallid demeanour told of unbound misery. When the laughter had subsided to a manageable silence, the Master addressed the girl.
What troubles you my child? Why so sad amidst so much joy!
After a brief moment, the girl looked up and said: I love the most wonderful man and I have hurt him, inflicting severe pain, through my actions. And now I do not know what to do.
The Master beckoned her to come forward and be seated by his side. He caressed her head lovingly and said:
To love someone, you will hurt. You cannot love without hurting, just like you cannot eat an apple without biting into it. So don’t blame yourself for the hurt you caused to the one you love since you are not the cause of his hurt. It’s part of the process. It’s the way of love and loving. You hurt him, if you so believe, but who hurt you, since you are suffering too! It is just a process of action and reaction, of cycling and recycling, of beginning and ending only to begin again. Only through pain and grief, call it hurt if you must, true love shines splendid like the sun.
Then what should I do? She asked.
Just return to him at this instant and embrace him to your heart. Don’t say a word. And he will understand that the clouds have parted and it is a brilliant beautiful day.