Week 11 Story: Dear Diary, Radha Here

Dear Diary,

Today is officially the worst day of my life. I woke up to sunshine and birds singing, smiling because I knew today was the day Krishna would ask permission to marry me. Oh, diary, how I had waited for this day. It seems like my love for Krishna grows with each day, and every time I see him my heart swells.

I waited for the news of Krishna's actions by the river that runs on the edge of Vrindaven. After all, what better way to spend time daydreaming of one's future than to spend it among nature?

However, the day soon started becoming the worst one ever when I spotted my love walking towards me. His face was drawn, his countenance sad, and I knew at once in my bones that what I had secretly feared had come to pass.

Sure enough, when Krishna came near, I could see the tears in his eyes.

"Krishna? What is wrong?" I asked him. "Did your parents not give you permission?"

"No, Radha," he replied. "It is more than that, though. They took me to a priest, and he showed me the will of Dharma. I am sorry, my dear, but I cannot marry you."

And with those words that I knew would forever change my life, Krishna just left me.

Yes, Diary, you read that right! He did not even offer me comfort or more of an explanation. So I sat on the bank of the river for what felt like hours, numb to everything. If I am honest, I still feel a bit numb. What am I supposed to do with my life? How am I supposed to experience the joys of being a mother? I love Krishna so much it hurts. How am I supposed to find that with someone else?

Diary, if I wanted to be even more honest, I am angry with my Krishna as well. How is Dharma against our marriage? I know he loves me as I love him. I don't understand! How could he just throw us away, as if our love is nothing? I do not know what to do.

I guess, I will have to learn to love again.

Image of a Statue of Radha and Krishna in Kolkata.

No Changes Made. By: Jonoikobangali. Source: Wikimedia Commons

Author's Note: Hi reader! The inspiration from this story came from Episode 13 of Epified TV's Krishna series. In this episode, Krishna seeks to gain permission to marry Radha. When his parents cannot convince him not to, they take him to a priest who tells Krishna that he is the saviour of Dharma, and he cannot marry Radha so that he can fulfill his destiny. I thought this tale was heartbreaking, but I did not like how we did not get Radha's point of view. So, that's how I got the idea for Dear Diary, Radha Here! I had not done a story in a diary-style format, so I thought it would be fun to give it a go now that the semester is nearing its end for me. I hope you enjoyed my story!

Bibliography: 

"Krishna Episode 13 - The Saviour of Dharma" by Epified TV (India) in 2015. Link: YouTube

Week 9 Story: Devastation in Shangri-La

The sun shone, the birds sang, and the gentle breeze swept through her hair.

Everything should have been perfect, and yet, there was nothing that was.

Queen Kausalya sighed as she started walking again. She would have loved to take the time to enjoy the paradise that was Shangri-La, the fabled land of peace, yet she knew that she did not have the time to wait. For, her son was waiting for her. Or rather, she hoped he was. Thus the fact that nothing was perfect.

Kausalya reflected that, at the very least, the sadness of her situation allowed her to finally glimpse this beautiful land. Just in the few hours since she, Bharata, and the villagers crossed the border into Shangri-La, she had seen beautiful butterflies, ducks, leopards, and even kangaroos, all living in harmony. Never before had she seen predator and prey living together like that. But, her son was here, and so she could not allow herself to marvel at the impossibility of it all.

"Queen Kausalya! We are taking a rest break for the children!" Bharata yelled to her. It was just as well, as her feet were beginning to grow sore. Kausalya sat down on a smooth rock by the burbling brook they had been following, sighing when the pressure was relieved from her aching feet. She sat for a few minutes enjoying the sunshine, until all of a sudden water was splashed onto her leg.

Kausalya leapt up, startled. "What was that?" she wondered. Looking into the water, she was surprised to find a pod of the most breathtaking seahorses swimming through the water. She smiled, for she knew that the magic of Shangri-La was the only reason she was able to see these marvelous creatures.

Once everyone had been given time to rest, the group continued on. No one wanted to wait for long, Kausalya knew, for everyone was eager to get to their destination. After all, it was for love of their true king, Rama, that they all left on this long journey. No one, however, was as ready for Rama to return with them than Kausalya was. And, she also knew that she was not the only one who also journeyed to bring back Rama's dear wife, Sita. 

As the group walked on, the sun in the magical land of Shangri-La set. Just before it finished its arc across the sky, the group came upon a great hill. At the top of this hill stood a small cabin, whose three occupants stood just outside it.

Kausalya's heart leaped as she spotted her son. "Rama! My son, we have come to take you home. Your father, the king, has died, and your brother Bharata wishes for you to take your rightful place on the throne. Come with us, you three, and return to those who love you."

Kausalya squinted in the dim light, as she waited for their reply. She smiled, as she knew they would not refuse, and would join them in the morning for the journey home. "Oh, how nice it will be to be with Rama, Sita, and Lakshman again!" she thought to herself. Her early celebrations did not last long, however.

"I am sorry, Mother," Rama called down from the hill. "I have sworn an oath to fulfill my fourteen years in exile, as have Sita and Lakshman alongside me. It is sad news indeed to hear of my father's passing, but it is my brother Bharata, who must take the throne. I cannot be a good king if I break my word so easily."

"No!" Kausalya thought, as she collapsed in anguish. "He was supposed to say yes!"

"Brother, I cannot take the throne! You know Father wanted it for you. Please, do not make me take your rightful spot!" Bharata answered.

"I am sorry, Bharata. But we cannot go with you," Rama sorrowfully replied.

"Then, I will hold the throne in your absence. But I refuse to hold it a minute longer than the end of your exile. Lend me a pair of your sandals, so that they may rest on your throne as a reminder to all of the true king," was Bharata's response.

And so, the journey that began in happiness for Kausalya and the others ended in Kausalya's devastation as she was forced to leave her son behind in paradise. As they headed back to Ayodhya the next day, suddenly all that was shining and bright was dull and dark to her eyes. And she knew that that is how she would see the world until her son came back again.

Kausalya and Rama.

No Changes Made. By: Gita Press Gorakhpur on 2-10-2018. Source: Wikimedia Commons

Author's Note:

Hello, and thanks for reading! If you read my reading notes over Part A of The Divine Archer, then it is likely no mystery for you what I based Devastation in Shangri-La on. But, I am assuming you probably didn't read my reading notes (I don't think anyone reads others reading notes?) so I will now explain the basis for my story! When I read Part A of Archer, I loved the description of the giant hill that Rama, Sita, and Lakshman lived on with many different kinds of animals, and I wondered what the people of Ayodhya thought of this harmonious place. More than that, however, the mention of so many animals living together in harmony reminded me of the tale of Shangri-La, a fictional place where animals and people live together in peace. I thought it might be interesting to expand on that and tell a story where Queen Kausalya (because I love writing in a female character's point of view) was journeying to bring her son home, and instead of just one giant hill being peaceful, I decided to have them go into the magical world of Shangri-La. I actually based my version of Shangri-La on the version that is present in Colleen Houck's Tiger's Quest, the second book in the Tiger's Curse Saga that I have talked about on my blog before. The last piece was the title, and I really liked the juxtaposition with the word "devastation" and the connotations Shangri-La gives off, of peace and harmony. And that all together is how I came up with this story!

Bibliography:

The Divine Archer by F. J. Gould in 1911. Link: Internet Archive

"Shangri-La". Link: Wikipedia

Tiger's Quest by Colleen Houck on 5-7-2013. Link: Amazon

Week 7 Story: The Ending of Drapaudi

Draupadi shivered. 

The air around her kept growing colder and colder, and yet she did not let it stop her. She knew that she was close, so close, and so she kept putting one foot in front of the other as she followed her husbands. She would not allow herself to consider the possibility that she might not make it. I have to get to the top, she thought. Then we will live together in heaven until the end of times.

The sun rose higher and higher above Draupadi and the Pandavas, and they still did not stop. They knew that to stop was to mean death, not the good kind, and they knew that at the end of this mountain lay the entrance to Amravati. As she walked, Draupadi pondered her life and the many actions she had taken that might bar her from reaching the top of the mountain.

She remembered when she married each of her husbands, and how in the early days she would spend one year with one husband and then switch. She remembered how she had been almost sold to Duryodhana until her husbands managed to save her and eventually bring about her retribution for the wrongs suffered to her. 

She remembered the feeling of watching her husbands fight against the Kauravas during that long, long war. To her, it had felt like each day was a year, as she feared that either of her 5 husbands or any of her children would fall to the blade of an enemy warrior. And, lastly, she remembered the many years of peace she was fortunate to live once the war was over. And, she admitted to herself, the years she remembered the fondest were those she spent with Arjuna, though she of course loved all of her husbands.

That wouldn't condemn me to Naraka, would it? Draupadi worriedly thought as she chewed on her lip. No, there's no way. I have taken pains to not make my increased affections for Arjuna known. There's no way my husband's could be aware.

Suddenly, Drapaudi was startled as Sahadeva and Nakula fell to the ground ahead of her. She screamed, and ran forward. "Get up! Get up! Please, you must not leave us like this! I know you can make it!" She sobbed, shaking their shoulders. But, she soon realized her actions were futile, and so she sadly stood up and stepped around them.

Shaken by the loss of two of her husbands, she looked up ahead of her as she kept climbing the mountain. The top seemed so near, and yet so far. But, she knew she could reach it. She had to! And so she climbed without sound for what seemed like hours. She stepped in the footsteps of Arjuna, Bhima, and Yudhishthira, and, after most of the day had passed, she stopped as she realized there was nowhere else for them to go.

She smiled, and raised her face to the sun. They had done it. They made it to Amravati.

They were home.

Pleasing - Drapaudi Bringing Beverages to Keechaka's Court.

No Changes Made. By: Raja Ravi Varma. Source: Wikimedia Commons

Author's Note: The inspiration for this story came from Tale 191 of Tiny Tales from the Mahabharata by Laura Gibbs. In this tale, the five Pandava brothers and Drapaudi are climbing Mount Meru in order to reach heaven. Only Yudhishthira makes it, however, as Draupadi is the first to fall and then the rest of the brothers fall as well. Yudhishthira's thoughts reveal why each fell. Drapaudi, for example, fell because she loved Arjuna more than her other husbands. I read this tale and immediately wished Drapaudi and some of her husbands could have joined Yudhishthira in the afterlife. As I love writing about female characters, I decided to rewrite Tale 191 from Drapaudi's point of view. I thought it would be interesting to show her thinking back on her life while climbing Mount Meru. Besides that, I did not agree with Drapaudi's personal feelings being a suitable reason to spend the rest of eternity in hell. So, while I decided to have her acknowledge it, I did not make it the reason she could not reach the top. Additionally, while I did not agree with Yudhishthira being the only one to make it to heaven, I thought that at least one of the six should fail to reach the top. I decided to keep Sahadeva and Nakula's fall, because I honestly did not remember them well from the story and liked Drapaudi, Arjuna, and Bhima. And all of that together is how I came up with this story!

Bibliography: Part D, Page 20, Tale 191 of Tiny Tales from the Mahabharata by Laura Gibbs. Link: Tale 191.

Week 6 Story: The Greatest Archer

Ekalavya wiped his brow as the midday sun beat down on him from above. Gritting his teeth, he tried pulling the bowstring back for what seemed like the hundredth time that morning. And, for the hundredth time, the bowstring snapped back as his missing thumb failed to hold it in place.

"Dang it" he exclaimed, lowering his arms. "I know I can do this. I should be able to do this. Why am I making it so hard?"

For, Ekalavya was facing no easy task. No, for he was determined to regain his formidable skills as an archer. Skills that his idol, Drona, stole from him when he demanded Ekalavya cut off his right thumb. I will gain back every part of my skill that I lost and show Drona and Arjuna who the real greatest archer is! he thought to himself, as he gathered his bow and again lifted it towards the target.

For many days and weeks, Ekalavya practiced. Through rain and wind and snow, he practiced. And on one day, the unthinkable happened. Ekalavya, turning to grab another arrow out of habit, straightened as he heard a thunk. Shocked, he whipped back towards his target. The arrow he had managed to fire had flown true! Sure, it was not a bullseye, not yet, but Ekalavya knew it was just the start.

Ekalavya lifted the arrow onto his bow, and took a breath. Letting it loose, he aimed the arrow at the target and pulled the bowstring back, which, after weeks of practice, was getting easier and easier. Taking aim, he fired off another arrow, and this one landed on the target, closer to the bullseye than before. He smiled. He was back!

Many months later, Ekalavya had, after much sweat and many tears, regained fully his archery skills from before his guru-fee to Drona. He was again able to feel peace and happiness when shooting his bow, and had, over time, forgotten any anger he had held towards Drona. After all, why does anger matter when he was the greatest archer in the land?

One day, Ekalavya was hunting in a nearby forest. Spotting a deer, he took aim and then fired two arrows at once, hitting the deer in both eyes. Smiling with satisfaction at his quick kill, he hopped down from his tree and made his way over to the deer. When he was almost there, however, he heard a rustling sound in nearby bushes. Turning slowly, in case it was a larger animal, he was surprised when none other but Arjuna stepped out from behind a tree!

"Ekalavya!", Arjuna yelled. "How did you make that shot? I couldn't have done it, and I am the best archer around, especially after you lost your thumb!"

Ekalavya smiled. "Well, my friend, it was just luck, and practice. Ever since I cut off my thumb for Drona, I have spent every waking second practicing with my bow. And now I have become even better than before!"

Arjuna was gobsmacked. His rightful title of the greatest archer had been stolen from him again! But, it was too hard for him to be mad at such a cheerful person as Ekalavya. It was clear from his observations that Ekalavya was born to be an archer. As he stood there staring at Ekalavya in disbelief, an idea formed.

"Ekalavya! You wouldn't mind showing me some of your secrets, would you?"

Ekalavya smiled. "I'd love to! I love anything involving archery. And who knows? Maybe soon we'll share the title of Greatest Archer."

And with that, the two men formed a relationship that started off as the comradery of men learning together, and ended with them becoming close friends. And, in the end, Ekalavya was happy to share the title of The Greatest Archer with his friend Arjuna.

Man Shooting an Arrow in front of a Pink Sky.

No Changes Made. 06-23-2015. Source: pixy

Author's Note: The main inspiration for this story came from Tale 35 from Tiny Tales from the Mahabharata by Laura Gibbs. This tale, "Drona Demands Payment" details how Drona, the guru to both the Kauravas and the Pandavas, learned that a man, Ekalavya, had been inspired by a statue he had made of Drona to learn archery so well that he became the best archer in the land. However, Drona had promised one of his true pupils, Arjuna, that he would be the best archer in the land. Thus, Drona sneakily demanded that Ekalavya pay him the guru-fee by cutting off his right thumb, so that Arjuna would be the better archer. When I read this, I was angry for Ekalavya, who clearly idolized Drona so much that he did not even question his demand. I thought that it would be interesting to show what might have happened after by having Ekalavya practice until Drona's guru-fee ended up being for nothing. And, to make it better, I thought it would be nice if Arjuna and Ekalavya ended up being friends and more skilled at archery than Drona could have taught them. Additionally, I made Ekalavya angry with Drona at the beginning, despite nothing in the story indicating he was angry, because I wanted to show how he was able to grow past that anger and become a better character. Thus, this is my interpretation on how the events of Tale 35 might've ended.

Bibliography: Part A, Page 4, Tale 35 of the Tiny Tales from the Mahabharata by Laura Gibbs. Link: Tale 35.

Week 3 Story: Ahalya's Revenge

The world was dark and gray. For how long, she didn't know, but Ahalya knew it was so because she had two memories. One, of the brightness of the world and the colors of her old life, and the other, of the moment when Gautama turned her into rock for Indra's deceit.

And so, she waited.

One day, she felt a change. All of a sudden, there was light again! Looking up, she saw two young men and a rishi. Smiling at Rama, she thanked him for saving her. Then, she turned, and he was there.

Gautama.

Ahalya's world was red next as her fury surged. When he reached his hand out, she sneered at him. "Oh? And what do you think you are doing? You had your chance at being husband to the most beautiful woman in the world. I was created by Brahma for you, and you punished me!"

Shocked, Gautama drew back his hand. "You were unfaithful! I had to punish that. You should be grateful you did not get worse!"

"Worse?! One would argue you punished me worse for the crime of being deceived into sleeping with who I thought was my husband than the man who tricked me!"

Gautama sniffed. "Stop that now! We have company."

Ahalya, turning, looked at the three men. "You have thus far shown to be honorable men, and so I welcome you to Gautama's ashram. Please, enjoy yourselves."

That being done, Ahalya turned and walked into the forest. I need to get revenge for the horrors my husband has wrought against me, she thought. But how was she to accomplish this?

For many days and nights Ahalya planned. She knew that it had to be something worthy of the many years she spent trapped, but she did not know what. Until, one day, it came to her. What better way to gain her revenge than to have the very reason she was punished be his undoing?

So then, the next day, she approached her husband as the picture of humility. Thinking he had earned her forgiveness, Gautama embraced his wife and took her to bed. It was from this that Ahalya conceived a child, a boy, named Avi.

Gautama, still being busy with his devotions, did little in the way of raising their son. And so it was Ahalya who raised Avi all on her own. She taught him how to hunt, cook and sing, how to care for the earth and to mend his clothes. And all the while, she told him stories of her life and the world. Especially important was that she told him about how his father had punished Ahalya. How, for countless years she was trapped in darkness with no room to move.

Avi, having grown up in the wilderness, was horrified. How could one survive without the sun on their face and the wind in their hair? As he loved his mother more than life itself, and having a sense of honor, he started contemplating how to make his absent father pay for his sins. It wasn't until he was retrieving game from a trap he had made that he thought he could trap his father and show him just how horrible he had treated his mother.

And so, Avi labored for many days and nights in secret to create a concealed trap that only he could see. Once finished, he led his father towards the trap, under the guise of wanting to practice devotions with him. However, much to Gautama's surprise, no devotions were practiced that day. Instead, Gautama suddenly found himself trapped down in a pit, with no escape.

"Son! Help! I am trapped!" Gautama yelled up.

"Yes, and it is your own actions that have thus condemned you, Father." Avi replied.

"Avi?" Gautama, replied, astonished.

"Yes, I am the one who has created this trap for you. You see, while you abandoned me to be raised solely by Mother, she told me of how you punished her inside a rock for countless years. So I became her instrument of revenge and trapped you in the earth, in a pit of my own making." He turned then, and Ahalya appeared.

"Ah, husband. Don't feel too bad now, for you can now spend all of your time on your devotions, yes? After all, you did deserve it..."

And thus, Gautama found himself trapped in a world of brown and distant blue until the end of his days.

Artwork of Ahalya Leaning on a Tree.

No Changes Made. By Raja Ravi Varma. Source: Wikipedia

Author's Note: The main inspiration from this story came from Tale 35 in Tiny Tales from the Ramayana by Laura Gibbs, however Tale 34 was also inspiration. Tale 35, "They Come to a Deserted Ashram", detailed Rama, his half brother, and the rishi Vishvamitra traveling through Gautama's ashram, which appears deserted until Rama's foot brushes the rock Ahalya is trapped in and she appears. In the original story, Gautama appears as well, holds out his hand to Ahalya, and she takes his hand and forgives him. The reason she was trapped in the rock was detailed in Tale 34, "The Story of Ahalya", in which Ahalya, created by Brahma to be the most beautiful woman in the world, is deceived by Indra to sleep with him. He lusted after her and so disguised himself as her husband. Gautama found out, and punished them both, leading to Ahalya being trapped in a rock. I did not like how easily Ahalya forgave her husband for something that was not her fault, and so I decided to rewrite her ending and give her some form of justice. I came up with the idea for Ahalya and Gautama's son to be Gautama's undoing from the story of King Arthur, which I touched on a bit in my Reading Notes on Part A of the Ramayana. A retelling of King Arthur's birth, the similarities in which to this story inspired my use of it, are detailed on Wikipedia.

Bibliography: 

Part A, Page 4 of the Tiny Tales from the Ramayana by Laura Gibbs. Links: Tale 34 and Tale 35.

"Igraine." Link: Wikipedia

Week 2 Story: Lila and the Lotuses

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful maiden. This woman was so beautiful that she was sought out by all types of men, but her father was very protective and would only agree to marry her to a man with honor.

One such man who sought after the maiden was a king from a distant land known as Arthur. Now, in his kingdom Arthur is known for marrying beautiful women and then murdering any daughters they have. Knowing the maiden's father would not give him her hand if he knew him, Arthur disguised himself as a nice traveling lord. He charmed both the maiden and her father with his bright smile and his flowery words, and after a few short weeks managed to win the father's approval and married his new young bride.

After their marriage, they traveled back to Arthur's kingdom. After revealing his deception to his bride, his demeanor changed completely, and he threatened what would happen to her and any future daughters.

The maiden, distraught with her circumstances, sought to escape the castle and Arthur's kingdom. However, it was not until she realized she was pregnant that she found the courage needed to succeed. The woman managed to escape at night and took refuge in a tiny cabin far away. There, she gave birth to her daughter, Lila, and raised her to be a fierce, smart, and strong woman.

One day, when Lila was grown, she asked her mother, "Mother, who is my father?"

And the mother replied, "Until now, it was not safe for you to know. But, I assume you will not stop asking until I tell you?"

Lila laughed, "You know me so well, mother!"

"Very well, my daughter. Your father is King Arthur. However, you must not go looking for him. If you do, I fear you may lose your life. You see, he does not let any daughter of his live past birth, so I escaped as soon as I learned I was pregnant with you."

Lila was shocked. "You mean, had you stayed, my own father would've killed me? And he's been doing this to all of his daughters for who knows how long?"

The mother confirmed this, and Lila thought for a moment. But, she knew what she must do. "Mother, you have raised me to be a brave and strong woman. But I cannot just stay here and do nothing to help these women and their daughters. I must go meet my father!"

And with that, Lila gathered up some food and her favorite bow and arrows and set off. The journey was long, but for Lila it felt short as she kept thinking of what she would do when she met her father. She was sure she could reason with him, and show him that his daughters were capable of greatness. 

After she finally arrived at the palace, she was brought before Arthur. He was furious that he had been tricked by a wife of his. Looking at his daughter, he knew he had to kill her so that she did not threaten his rule. Deciding to trick her, he greeted her warmly and decided to throw a ball in her honor. He figured the chaos of a ball would be perfect for disguising her death.

During the ball, Arthur danced with his daughter. He assumed she would know none of the steps, and thus had them dance near a steep cliff so he could easily explain his attempt to push her off of it as her own clumsiness. What he did not know, however, was that Lila's mother was a great dancer, and thus Lila was quick on her feet. When she observed her father's movements and realized what he had planned, she managed to swing them around and away from the cliff, avoiding her potential murder.

Arthur, knowing he needed to act quickly, decided to have a nearby ogre hiding in a lake kill her. With his plan in motion, he called Lila before him the next day. "My daughter, you have indeed proven you have what it takes to rule this kingdom. I have decided to abdicate the throne to you. However, before you can wear the crown, you will need to go gather the lotus flowers that will adorn your hair for the ceremony. Bring us three blue lotuses and four purple ones from the lake south of the castle."

Lila, eager to bond with her father despite last night's murder attempt, agreed. When she got to the lake, however, she noticed signs of people entering the lake but not leaving. She realized that an ogre lived in the lake, and her father still sought to kill her. Ashamed at her childish naivete, she decided that she would win the crown and the people's support by accomplishing this herculean task.

Finding a branch situated over an area of the lake where blue and purple lotuses floated, Lila shot an arrow with a rope tied to it at the branch so that she could swing over the lake. After the better part of the afternoon, Lila managed to snatch the right amount of lotuses from the lake without falling in. 

While gathering her flowers to head back to the castle, the ogre observed her. What a clever and brave young woman! She must be a queen! The ogre, appreciating the strength and power Lila had, called out, "You there! Are you not a queen? How clever must you be to have attempted this!"

Lila, laughing, replied, "I am not yet a queen, but I will be when I bring these back and force my father to crown me one."

The ogre, realizing she must be Arthur's daughter, decided to help her. Together they traveled, until they reached Arthur's throne. Arthur, shocked that Lila had succeeded, realized this meant she would now be queen. He succumbed to his old age and fell dead. Lila was crowned the next day, and lived happily as queen.

Image of a Lotus Flower on Water next to a Lily Pad.

No Changes Made. Uploaded by Devanath on 02-19-2016. Source: pixabay

Author's Note: This story is based off of the Buddhist Jataka "The Monkey who Gathered Lotuses". I decided to make the character of Bodhisatta a woman, as I often find female heroines more interesting than male ones. However, in making Lila a woman, I knew I would also have to change the first murder attempt because it does not physically make sense for Lila to be able to hug her father so strongly she could kill him. Thus, I decided to make Arthur try to push her off of a cliff. Most of the rest of the story is similar, albeit in a different setting and with the characters humans instead of monkeys.

Bibliography. "The Monkey Who Gathered Lotuses", or the "Tayodhamma Jataka" from The Jataka: Volume 1, as translated by Robert Chalmers. Web Source.