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They were young. They were saints. Atleast they were on their way of becoming saints.
They were the three young saints, maybe, sishyas of some Guru, walking through the forests.
They had to cross a rough river with flood of water touching the bunds.
When they were about to step into the water, a young girl came there asked for their help.
She prayed to them that she did not know swimming and did not have the courage to enter the water and requested that any of them carry her on his shoulder to the other side of the river.
These three young men were brahmacharis and also saints. They hesitated.
Finally one of them came forward.
He took the young girl on his shoulder, carried her through the rough water and left her on the other bund of the river.
The girl thanked him and left.
The young saints continued their walk towards their destination.
They had walked a long distance in tight silence. None of the three spoke to each other.
After having walked for more than hour, one of them broke the silence.
" You should not have done it." he addressed the young Saint who carried the girl across the river.
"What have I done?" replied the other Saint.
"We are Saints"
"That is right"
"We are brahmacharis"
"That is right"
"How come - you touched an young girl and carried her all the way across the river. Is it not unfair on our part to carry a girl on our shoulder - that too an young girl?" - asked the first Saint coming stright to the point.
The other Saint calmly replied,
" Do you still carry her on your shoulders? I already left her on the river bund."
They were the three young saints, maybe, sishyas of some Guru, walking through the forests.
They had to cross a rough river with flood of water touching the bunds.
When they were about to step into the water, a young girl came there asked for their help.
She prayed to them that she did not know swimming and did not have the courage to enter the water and requested that any of them carry her on his shoulder to the other side of the river.
These three young men were brahmacharis and also saints. They hesitated.
Finally one of them came forward.
He took the young girl on his shoulder, carried her through the rough water and left her on the other bund of the river.
The girl thanked him and left.
The young saints continued their walk towards their destination.
They had walked a long distance in tight silence. None of the three spoke to each other.
After having walked for more than hour, one of them broke the silence.
" You should not have done it." he addressed the young Saint who carried the girl across the river.
"What have I done?" replied the other Saint.
"We are Saints"
"That is right"
"We are brahmacharis"
"That is right"
"How come - you touched an young girl and carried her all the way across the river. Is it not unfair on our part to carry a girl on our shoulder - that too an young girl?" - asked the first Saint coming stright to the point.
The other Saint calmly replied,
" Do you still carry her on your shoulders? I already left her on the river bund."
Who carried her?
Source: Unknown. Read somewhere very long back
