Who crushed my little Playhouse?

This is the story of a writer. He has a deadline to submit an article for the Sunday magazine.  Nothing is coming to his mind to write about. However he tried, the blankness haunts him. Finally dejected and frustrated he gets out strolling on his courtyard. Suddenly he noticed; a stranger is ambling into his garden through the gate, trampling all his flower beds. Freshly bloomed flowers are getting crushed under his shoes.  The writer couldn’t control his anger. He runs towards him; getting hold of his elbows; drags him out of the gate. Strange; the man did not resist his efforts nor did he do anything to object.  Suddenly the writer withdraws his hands. He realizes that this man is blind.   He came in search of help. He had not seen the garden. He shares his grief of not having anybody to hold his hand and guide. With a heavy heart the writer returns and takes his pen. For a new creation he starts with the head-line: Do not hate the person who tramples on your garden; probably he is blind.

Those who hurt our pride; make us cry, who finds us as their enemies for no reason, drags us to arguments and petty tiffs,- all of them may be blind or may be their vision is blurred to show such cruelty. Looking at it that way, one will not take time to forgive and pardon them.

The Prophet came in search of a shelter. His relatives chased him out by throwing stones at him. “They are ignorant; hence they deserve pardon” those were the words in the lips of the great teacher.

There is a beautiful short story by Khalid Gibran.

  

On the shores of a river a small child is crying. Somebody has destroyed his little playhouse.  Between sobs he is telling “I don’t destroy anybodies play house. Then why it happens to me?“  We might not have done anything wrong; nevertheless sometimes we suffer. We fall victims to others misdeeds and faulty attitudes.  Still I forgive for their blindness.  What will you do if your child falls down in to a gutter? Certainly  you will lift him up with all the love and affection.  Blessed are those who can keep up this compassion and love towards all.

Someone asked Maharishi Ramana; How should one behave with others?

Maharishi replied:  There are no others.