In the course of her wanderings, Maya came upon a monk, Adhir, in the forest. He seemed upset and rather disturbed.
`What is the matter? Why are you weeping?’ she asked him.
`I am ruined, I am finished……,’ he moaned. `I have been meditating here under this tree for twenty-five years…..And, today, when I met my guru, I asked him how much longer it would take to attain moksha….’
`And what was his reply?’ asked Maya.
Adhir broke down…`Another ten years…..Can you believe that?…I have to sit here for another ten years…’ he said, blinded with grief.
`Bless you,’ Maya said and walked on. After an hour she came upon another monk, Shreshtha. He was grinning from ear to ear, happy, almost ecstatic.
`And what makes you so happy?’ Maya asked.
`You wont believe it,’ he replied, smiling. `I have been sitting under this tree, meditating, for the last twenty-five years. Today I met my guru and asked him when I would attain moksha….’
`I can gather from your beaming face that his reply was encouraging’
`Most encouraging’, stated Shreshtha. `You know what he said?…..Only ten more lifetimes….Can you believe it? Only ten more lifetimes and I will be free…’
`Bless you’, said Maya and continued on her travels.