Happiness and sorrow do not come to mind!

Happiness and sorrow do not come to mind!

Happiness then sorrow

And happiness after sorrow

It has to come, it is said.

But there is no guarantee.

Some beings have happiness for life.

Some creatures are afflicted with lifelong suffering.

There is no formula for happiness and sorrow. No one can be asked and no one's answer can be accepted.

Today we have to talk about the potter and his donkey. Both the hardworking donkeys are different. The burden is so heavy that it cannot be avoided.

The donkey means the potter's life, the potter's oxygen, the potter's oxygen, the potter's life.

The donkey does all its work. Courage goes! Until he gets used to that burden. That burden is so unbearable that it has to be called grief, real grief.

Even if the poet says 3

Happiness does not bring sorrow to mind

Ray clocks with decreases

Avoided it to someone else's nine

Raghunath's Jadia

But that may be true of grief. Have to get used to the pain. We have to live with sorrow. That will be the essence of life! The potter puts a heavy burden on the donkey. Work like when. Sometimes sand has to be brought from the river, sometimes soil, sometimes grain, sometimes gravel cement.

The donkey has no right to know what is on the back. He doesn't even try for it.

This donkey of ours had to carry bricks. Bricks are sprinkled on his body from the brick kiln. The two side bags must be filled to the brim. About sixty bricks. The laborer probably lifts ten bricks on top at once. We have to call Gardabhaji six laborers.

Brick irrigation or potter slaps on the back. Can it be called applause? Order that!

The donkey seems to be carrying a load.

Delivers where bricks are to be delivered. As if the burden was empty, he came back to the kiln and stood up. That is to say, start another round.

The potter again counts the number sixty.

Is the donkey's back bent or not? Don't even look at it. Reprimand on the back.

The donkey starts to walk, delivers where the bricks are to be delivered.

Empty or come back to the kiln immediately and stand up. No guidance required. The road has been found. The burden of the burden falls on a daily basis. Is it red, red or gray or yellow or black at night? Her ass is not allowed to take life.

As soon as the bricks are empty, he comes back to the potter's kiln for another load.

This is how it goes.

How many rounds, how many eggs! No need to count. Does the show fall apart?

The donkey that walks in front for the burden! Can that be said Say it or not, does it make a difference to the donkey? Fair never climbs!

From morning till evening the donkey bows its head against the burden. Walk in front and turn your back. If the kiln is empty then another kiln, third kiln, fourth kiln!

Even when it is dark, Gardabhaji stands by the potter and the kiln.

The potter gives him leave to go home, but the potter does not go at all. Just don't believe Going to be a burden without me? Or if anything this back is dedicated.

Will there be a habit of grief too?

The donkey has nothing to do with poetry. Happiness never comes to mind. He knows that suffering is his life. The grief is today, to live up to the typical. The day there is no pain on the back, the day it will not be!

The potter will flick it away.

If not, Daphne will kill.

Someone will be going to the inner place, on the paddock, in the dump, in a vacant place and the donkey will be thinking and praying!

Saw? If grief is gone, so is life. Better a poor horse than no horse at all. Life was.

The continuance of sorrow sometimes becomes happiness. Only a guru can give that teaching, a burden-bearing donkey!