Mangalmandir - Maruti Edition (PDF) - Sai Kirtan Group

Upon returning she observed in place of the old hut, there was a beautiful mansion,
instead of one cow there were three / four young ones with cows, buffaloes, storage
containers filled with dry foods, jaggery, ghee, vessels filled with sugar candy, clothes of
all sorts, a full display of wealth. Mani-gauri was awe struck. ―Is this my house? Is it not
someone else‘s house?‖ Just as she thought such, a maid came forward from the house
and said, ―Welcome my lady.‖
―Who are you?‖
―Why? I am your house maid.‖
Mani-gauri entered the house in deep thought. Whereupon the in-laws arrived, and they
were also surprised. This sudden appearance of wealth, change – wherefrom? Whose
grace is this?
Someshwar said, ―The Lord wishes and happens in the moment. By his grace a drop
becomes the ocean.‖
While this was going on their son Durgaa-dutt arrived. Mother Laxmi does not like bad
soiled things. His clothes when he had left had been torn repaired, instead of which he
was now wearing new ones. He had cash money on him. Arriving after a year and in such
affluent state, the parents were overjoyed. Mani-gauri‘s joy saw no bounds.
By the evening lights, Someshwar performed arati pujaa, and all pleasantly sat down to
have their meal. That meal had exclusive flavour. Durgaa-dutt asked, ―Father, how did
you acquire all this wealth? I did not even recognise our house!‖
―How can we the elderly obtain any of this? We believe this is all due to the effect of
your fortunate dear wife‘s devotion and penance‖ said the in-laws praising their daughterin-law.
After all finished the meal, the mother asked: ―Dear, pray tell us of your travels.‖
Durgaa-dutt said: ― After leaving, I was roaming everywhere with no luck, never to find
peace or rest. Everywhere there was pain suffering. There was no income of any sort. I
was very dejected. Last Saturday, on the shore of the Bhdraa river there is a small temple
of Hanumaanji. I bathed there and sat down. Whereupon a nine / ten year old boy
appeared. He said in a curt voice: ―Mahaaraaj, no-one can stay the night in this temple.
So, go home.‖ I said: ―I have come to earn some money, so how can I go home empty
handed?‖
―Your parents have no need of your wealth. So go home straight away.‖
I decided I will stay here tonight – whatever happens. I made bedding on the steps of the
temple. Being hungry all day, there was no sleep to be had. It was around mid-night. The
lamps suddenly lighted in the temple, arati and ringing of bells started. The boy appeared
again. ―Why? Have you not gone? Well. Take this.‖ Saying thus he handed me fistful of
something. And ―Go straight home, your arrival is awaited at home.‖ Saying thus he
disappeared. Dawn was about to arrive. So completing the morning chores and after
bathing, I noticed the fistful handed to me was gold nuggets. I was overjoyed. Then
resting en route, I arrived here today. After that boy, I was welcome by everyone all the
way.
Someshwar sai: ―Dear, that boy was no other than Anjani‘s son Maaruti. You stayed with
great courage at Hanumaanji‘s temple, taking part in the nightly arati worship, so gaining
grace of the compassionate and destroyer of suffering.‖
―Yes, that is it. After being very frustrated, I had started to recite Hanumaan Chaalisaa
daily. But how did things change here? How come the poverty turned into your wealth?
Nothing happens without a cause?‖ asked Durgaa-dutt.
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