* This story touched the heart * *

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Once a milkmaid(Gwalin) was selling milk and was giving a measure of milk to everyone. At the same time a young man came to fetch the milk, then Gwalan filled the kitchen with the kitchen without any measure.

At the same distance, a sadhus counted the manco by taking a rosary in his hand and reclaiming the goods. Only then did his eyes fall on Gwalan and he saw all this and asked all the talk about the person sitting nearby, asking for the reason.

The person told that the young man who gave that milkman the milk of no measure, loves that young man, so he gave him milk without measure.

This thing touched the sadhu's heart and thought that the one who sells Milk, who sells a milk, does not account for it, and for the one I love my God, from morning to evening I make a bead and roast the beams. It is good to me, and he threw the garland and threw it.

Life is similar. Where there is love, there is no account, and where there is a book, there is no love, business is just..🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

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