Once, Ananda, the disciple, br Who was thirsty, went to a well br To drink water and saw on the spot, br A girl drawing water in her pot. br br He asked for some water, br But the girl showed fear, br Saying, “I can’t give water br As my Matanga caste is lower.” br br “Since I’m an outcaste, br And you, from a higher caste, br It’s not good on my part br To give you water from my pot.” br br Anand said, “Your caste br Will not quench my thirst. br What I need is only water, br Which, I hope, you can spare.” br br It was for the first time br A higher caste man came br And asked her to spare, br From her pot, water. br br Immensely she was pleased. br Enough water, she spared. br Which Anand willingly drank br And then conveyed his thanks. br br She began to love Anand, br And behind him, she followed. br At the monastery, Buddha asked br Why she was after Anand. br br She said, “I’ve my love br For Anand, somehow. br In this monastery, br Allow me to stay.” br br Buddha smiled and said, br “It’s not love, my child, br It’s but kindness, for what br Anand said at your spot.” br br “Your heart, I find, br Is so pure and kind, br Accept that kindness, br And extend it to others.” br br His words of wisdom br Sent her back home, br As a girl of kindness br With all his blessings.