A sage was given a choice by Shiva himself.

A hundred sons, foolish, who would each live long lives.

Or one son, brilliant and devoted, who would live only sixteen years.

He chose the second.

The boy grew up exactly as promised — radiant, sharp-minded, completely devoted to Shiva.

When his sixteenth year ended, Death himself came to collect him.

The boy was holding onto something he refused to let go of.

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A traveler hears a parrot in a mountain inn, calling out the same word all day, every day.

"Freedom! Freedom!"

He opens the cage door.

The parrot grips the bars tighter.

He pulls it out anyway.

By morning, it's back inside.

Still calling the same word.

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A Brahmin receives a goat for a sacrifice and carries it home through the forest.

A stranger stops him.

"Why are you carrying a dog?"

He insists it's a goat and walks on.

A second stranger stops him further down the road.

"A dead calf? Have you no shame?"

He's certain it's still a goat.

A third stranger is waiting.

By now, he's no longer sure.

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The nectar of immortality finally rose from the ocean.

Gods and demons, exhausted from an age of churning, were ready to fight over every last drop.

So Vishnu became someone else.

A woman of such beauty that every demon in the army forgot what they were even fighting for.

One demon wasn't fooled.

He slipped into the wrong line, disguised as a god.

He almost got away with it.

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Gods and demons churned the cosmic ocean together, searching for the nectar of immortality.

What rose first was not the nectar.

It was a poison so lethal it began to destroy creation itself.

Every one who could flee, fled.

One God did not.

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Three fish lived in a pond.

One evening some fishermen stopped by the bank and said — "This pond is full of fish. Let's come back at dawn and take all of it."

The three fish heard every word.

The first left that night.

The second waited to see if the danger was real.

The third laughed and said the pond had always been safe.

"If something is destined to happen, it will happen wherever I am."

The fishermen came back at dawn.

Two of the fish were alive by evening.

One was not.

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A man reaches a dangerous river with no bridge and no boat.

He builds a raft from grass and sticks and crosses to the safety of the other side.

The Buddha asked his monks one question.

"Now that he has arrived - what should he do with the raft?"

The answer was obvious.

But the Buddha had something else to say - about what most people actually do when they find a raft.

They never get in.

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A wealthy traveller had been searching for joy for months.

Great cities. Festivals.

Whatever caught his eye.

Nothing worked.

He confided in a stranger on the road.

The stranger listened carefully.

Nodded thoughtfully.

Then grabbed his bag and ran.

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