THE FOX AND THE GRAPES
A Fox one day saw a lovely bundle of ready grapes swinging from a vine prepared along the parts of a tree. The grapes appeared prepared to overflow with juice, and Fox’s mouth watered as he looked longingly at them. The cluster swung from a high branch, and the Fox needed to hop for it. The first occasion when he hoped he missed it by far. So he strolled off a short separation and took a running jump at it, as it were to miss the mark yet again. Over and over he attempted, however futile. Presently he sat down and took a gander at the grapes in appalling. “What a trick I am,” he said. “Here I am destroying myself to get a cluster of harsh grapes that are not worth expanding for.” Also, off he strolled, derisively.
_There are numerous who claim to disdain and deprecate what is past their reach._
SRI RAMAKRISHNA TODAY 