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Divine Justice
Pandit Bhrigu Dutt was a prominent landowner in the Kanpur district. Munshi Satyanarayan was his clerk. He was a deeply devoted and virtuous man. He handled the collection of lakhs of rupees in revenue and the transaction of thousands of tons of grain; yet, his integrity never wavered. His efficient management saw the principality prosper day by day. Such a dutiful servant was held in the utmost respect, even exceeding what was due. On every occasion of joy and sorrow, Panditji treated him with great generosity. Gradually, Munshiji's trustworthiness grew to such a level that Panditji ceased to monitor the accounts. Perhaps this would have continued indefinitely, but fate had a different plan in store.
When the Kumbh Mela was held in Prayagraj, Panditji also went there for a bath. However, he never returned home. It is unknown whether he slipped into a ditch or was drawn away by an aquatic creature, and no trace of him was ever found. Now, Munshi Satyanarayan's authority increased even further. There was no one else in Panditji's household except a widowed woman and two young children.
One day, after the funeral rites, the grieving widow called him and, weeping, said, "Lala, Panditji left us in the midst of the ocean and sailed to the shore of salvation. Now, you are the only one who can steer this boat across the river. This land is all yours. I leave it in your hands. These are your children, and I ask you to accept them as your own. Until my lord lives, I have always considered you my brother. I trust that you will care for this burden as before."
Satyanarayan, weeping, replied, "Bhabhi, what has happened to my brother? My fortune has indeed taken flight; otherwise, it would have made me a man. I have lived by eating the salt of those very people, and I will perish serving them. Have patience, Bhabhi. Do not worry about anything. I will never turn my face away from serving you while I live. Just ensure you reprimand anyone I complain about, or they will grow overbearing."
After this incident, Munshiji managed the principality for many years. He was highly competent in his work and never suffered a loss of even a single paisa. He gained respect throughout the district. People almost forgot Panditji. He participated in courts and committees; the district officials considered him the landowner. He was admired by other wealthy individuals; but recognition is a costly commodity, and Bhanukumari, unlike other women, was extremely attentive to money. She was unacquainted with human psychology. Panditji always showered Lala with rewards and favors. He knew that honesty, after knowledge, was the second pillar of one's good fortune. Apart from this, he himself would often check the documents. Just in name, though, the fear of this surveillance was real; because the biggest enemy of honesty is opportunity. Bhanukumari was unaware of these things. Therefore, how could Munshiji's honesty remain untainted in the grasp of such powerful enemies as opportunity and financial difficulties?
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