The Brahmin named the child Vishal Datta. With passing time Vishal Datta grew up. The Brahmin brought him up in a traditional way. He received good education. By the age of fourteen years, he had mastered the Vedas and the Upanishads. All was going well when something awful happened. Vishal Datta became seriously ill. None of the physicians could cure him, and finally, he died. Nandhasan was totally shaken. He was so shocked that he was on the verge of getting mad. He threw himself on his son’s bier and wept bitterly. He sat there for hours. Finally, it was time to take the body for cremation. So, a sad Nandhasan along with other people took the boy to the crematory. Near that place, under a tree, a very old sage was sitting in meditation. He got disturbed by the wailing of the people and looked in that direction.
The Son Dies
