Indian folk story: The priceless in the world

a young man named figare fell in love with a beautiful princess, who asked him to look for the most precious treasure in the world, as a gift to propose.

the young man came to a city to see that a condemned man was preparing to be hanged, and finally a request was made that he walk off the stage and use a young boy as a wooden horse in his arms.

he remembered his childhood, and he was so innocent, innocent and innocent that he had not been caught up in human sins.

the mother held him in her arms, leaving tears of regret, and ficar went to pick up that precious tear with his hand.

he wanted the tears of sinners to confess to be the most priceless thing in the world.

but the princess wasn't happy, so he kept looking...

for the second time, he saw the beautiful bride of the self-immolation sati (the ancient indian custom, considered faithful) and he went to the princess, who was still dissatisfied, with a broken shirt wrapped in ashes.

for the third time, a young man came to india when india was being invaded by a foreign nation, and he saw a dying rajbud warrior (india's brave and brave family, the caste of bratiri), who told the outsiders, “the country that our ancestors left us behind, lost it today, and i now have no choice but to show the aggressor: how the indians died for their country.

the bodies you see around here are those who died under the butcher's knife.” on the eve of his death, he said, “indian mothers will prevail”, when the last drop of blood was shed from the chest of the deceased, and a patriot, loyal to his country, performed his patriotic duties.

ficcar took this last drop of blood, thinking that there was no more precious in the world than it was, and he brought it to the princess, who was finally moved: “from this day on, you are my master and i am your maid.” the last sentence of the story was: “the last drop of blood to defend the homeland is the most precious in the world.”

references: the world's priceless by plemchand