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Once, a priest from the west; came to Southern India for a tour. Our people told him to meet a saint over there at the top of a hill.
In curiosity, the priest reached the top and saw the saint meditating. He was waiting for his eyes to be opened.
Then he asked, "Sir, what is life?"
Saint replied, "Life is a smell of Jasmine. Life is a breeze that crosses our face. Life is as light as a feather."
The Priest asked, "But my senior told that Life is full of thorns and mixed with pleasure and struggles. But why do you say like this?"
The Saint smiled and said,
"He said about his. And I said about mine."