He observed his Maali (The gardener) going from one shrub to the other, plucking some of the shrubs, cutting with his knife, and sometimes breaking ends with his dry hands. Sometimes, the thorns of the shrub pricked his hand, and then, one large thorn pierced his hand and he started bleeding.
"Serves you good Maali, The Shrubs have punished you for hurting them. Why are you hurting them? Let them grow", the boy said.
The Maali said," Master, by breaking them and cutting them, I am in fact allowing them to grow better, controlling their direction of growth. Overall it is beneficial for them".
The boy asked," But do they know that ? They look hurt" ?
The Maali said," Its OK if they don't understand, I will be happy to see flowers blooming on them".
"Serves you good Maali, The Shrubs have punished you for hurting them. Why are you hurting them? Let them grow", the boy said.
The Maali said," Master, by breaking them and cutting them, I am in fact allowing them to grow better, controlling their direction of growth. Overall it is beneficial for them".
The boy asked," But do they know that ? They look hurt" ?
The Maali said," Its OK if they don't understand, I will be happy to see flowers blooming on them".
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