A Kite, sick unto death, said to his mother: "O Mother! do not mourn,but at once invoke the gods that my life may be prolonged." She replied:"Alas! my son, which of the gods do you think will pity you? Is there one whom you have not outraged by filching from their very altars a part of the sacrifice which had been offered up to them?"
We must make friends in prosperity, if we would have their help in adversity
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Hi Chacko, hope you are doing gr8 !!
A reader had posted a question. I thought it will be appropriate if you answer the Q.
Check the Q at this link:
https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8778447007242415497&postID=1903900530124367461&pli=1
Cheers !!
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