ONCE, a young sannyasin went to a house to beg his meal. He had embraced the monastic life from his very boyhood and so had not much knowledge of the world, A young lady came out from the house to give him alms.
Seeing her breasts, the young sannyasin questioned her if she was suffering from boils on her chest. To that her mother replied: "No, my son, she hasnít got any boil. A child will soon be born to her, and so God has provided her with two breasts to suckle the child. The child will suck milk from those breasts after it is born." No sooner did the young sannyasin hear this than he exclaimed: "No more will I beg my meals.
He, who has created me, will feed me too." (66)