Ever since her birth she has seen hatred in the eyes of people of so called upper birth. They thought that the people of her caste were untouchable- they did not had the right to touch them or anything that they used either.
One day she was standing at the well, pulling out water, he came by, a Buddhist monk. The sun was blazing furiously in the sky.
“Please give me some water to quench my thirst my lady!” the monk said.
“I can’t!” the girl said.
“Why may I know?” the monk asked.
“I am untouchable.” The girl answered.
The monk stretched out his palms for water and smiled sweetly. “There is no such thing as untouchable my child; we are the creations of the same God.”
The girl quenched his thirst and the monk blessed her before walking away.
AUTHOR SAYETH- This is one of my hot favourite stories about humanity, this story is at least five hundred years old I believe at that time India was in the ugly grip of caste system, it was really, really ugly and monstrous back then, those who don’t believe in it if they look back at that time they will be aghast how can such a mentality become reality in first place, and then become so powerful. It’s good that this disgusting mentality is gone in most of the places of India, hope it will disappear in the rest ASAP.