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MRIGASUNDARI
Mriga made the man sit on one side She was more or less sure that this was her own husband In the meantime, the yogi had returned with fruits in his hand After all were refreshed, the yogi took Mriga aside and was about to embrace her when tbe lady said.
“Why are you in so great a hurry? I am not running away You give answer to my questions first, and then you are at liberty to use my person for the satisfaction of your passionate desires Now that I am yours, tell me first, what will happen to me after you die Man is mortal, and someday, you are bound to die "
The yogi replied casually,
"My Master has made me immortal. He made an image in hay which resembles me in minutest details So long as that image is intact I am all right, beyond the clutches of death So you entertain no fear on that score"
Mriga protested,
“But, sır, even in the past, there have been many great and brilliant men on this earth They could have made themselves immortal in the same manner, but they couldn't do that So death is a certainty. It spares none"
The yogi_“These so-called brilliant men didn't have the power which I have Hence they fell prey to death But don't you bother Come along”
Mriga—“But before that, you must show me the image."
The yogi-“Don't be in a hurry, my dear! I will show it to you later You are simply wasting valuable time in useless talk"
But Mriga was insistent She must see it first But the Jogi was reluctant to oblige her so she turned her back owards him and sat down adamant
