The predestined affinityA Story by Kazeronnie MakI believe the life is kept coming back. I also believe the people we meet up with this time, this life. They must have connected with our previous reincarnation.Long long time ago, a young scholar
arranged to marry his lovely betrothed. Everything was well prepared on
schedule. When the day came, the bride to be-she got married to someone else.
He was fallen apart at the seams and very sick. His parents tried so hard to
raise his spirit up. Watching their only son nearly at his last gasp, they felt
so impotent. By that time, a monk learned of the
circumstance. He decided to help the young man. The monk came to his bed, he
took a mirror out of his pocket. He asked the young man to look into it. He saw
a naked female corpse lying on a boundless seaside. A man passed by the scene,
he shook his head with just one look. Then, he walked away. The second man
appeared. He took off his coat to cover over the corpse. He left afterward.
There came the third man, he excavated and buried the body carefully ! The young man was very curious about
everything he saw. The screen changed suddenly. He saw his betrothed and her
new husband. They were very much in love with each other. He confused. The monk tried to explain, he said, “The
corpse which had lain on the seaside, it was your betrothed preexistence. You
were the second man whom to give her your coat. She fell in love with you this
life because she wanted to return a favor to you. Ultimately, the only one she had to
requite with her entire life - - - THE ONE WHO HAD BURIED HER . That one is her husband by now !” The young scholar comprehended
eventually. He recovered soon after and moved on
with his life ! © 2010 Kazeronnie MakAuthor's Note
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Added on June 4, 2010 Last Updated on October 27, 2010 Tags: life, love, inspiration, destiny, marry, comprehend, husband, wife AuthorKazeronnie MakAboutLife is such a very complicated matter. Just we are so impotent when things happen sometimes. There will have too much interludes happening in our lives. Love is just an interlude amongst all. .. more..Writing
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