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As time passed, the monk started caring for the boy, giving him fruits
and spending hours sitting beside him under the old banyan tree - in
silent meditation. Over the years, as the boy grew older, the monk
grew closer to him. Every day, the monk ascended the hill to collect
berries while keeping an eye on the boy, who seemed curious about
the world but afraid to venture into the unknown. The boy started
assisting the monk with daily chores but always chose to spend his
nights under the old banyan tree.
One snowy day, while the monk rested under the tree, the snow fell
gently, covering the sky as the sun’s rays pierced through. In a daze,
the monk found himself covered by the old woolen scarf, now placed
by the once-fearful boy, who carried a basket to collect fruits and
herbs.
Bahrain Mar Thoma 10
Yuvajana Sakhyam
