Once upon a time, there lived a king who had four wives.
He adored his fourth queen so much that he always used to gift her with
loads of ornaments and other such adornments. She was inseparable from the
king and a perpetual accompaniment wherever he went.
He also loved his third wife a lot - he guarded her richness and grandeur
against the evil eyes of then neighbouring kings and others
He loved his second wife so much that he shared all his thoughts specially
with her. But unfortunately he never loved his first queen - he ignored her
very presence and enjoyed with the other queens.
Days passed by and one day it so happened that the king fell terribly sick
and the best of the physicians in the kingdom and the world could find a
cure. It was certain that he was staring at his end and he was on his final
He calls his fourth queen over and sadly says "Look, I am on my deathbed and
will leave this world anytime now. When I was hale and hearty, I used to
take you everywhere that I went. Will you accompany me when I leave to the
other world?" To his utter shock, the Queen refused to do so and made it
abundantly clear that it was unreasonable for the king to expect this and
she would not like to give up her life for him. Though shocked, he did not
lose hope, he calls his third queen and poses the same question to her. The
shock was greater, she refuses to accompany him and moreover she replied
that she would remarry after his death and continue to lead a happy life.
The king was crestfallen at this outrageous reply from his dearest queens
but again rests his hopes on the second queen. He looks at her and she
pretends to be sympathetic to him and replies, "O dear, when you die, I
cannot accompany you" and justifies this decision saying, "your last rites
will be performed as per the scriptures and I will take the responsibility
to ensure this"
The king realised the reality at this fag end of his life. He realised the
bitter truth that no one would accompany him nor would be available during
his final days. While he was brooding over this fact, his first wife says,
"O sweetheart, I am with you wherever you go. Don't you worry that you will
have to make this last journey alone" The king was surprised and then
realised that she was the true wife who loved him for what he was - not his
riches not even his health. But his regret was that it was too late to make
amends and shower her with his love.
Yes...like this king, we all have four wives.
The fourth wife is our body. A physical commodity that burns into ashes or
disintegrates back to the earth at the end. The third wife is the wealth
that we earn which would be shared and become property of others after our
death. The Second wife is the relatives and friends who can only remain with
us till the cemetery or crematorium. The First wife is the one which remains
in our heart, the Paramatman, the Divine or God, which remains with us in
all our births and rebirths. It saves us from grief at the later stages if
we adopt our spiritual practices and be devoted to the divine during our