In plain words
The boy joined the first class. Step by step he reached the fifth class, the sixth, and on up to the tenth. He kept passing with good marks. In this tenth class the public examinations were coming. A fee had to be paid for them. If the fee was not paid, the school would not let him sit the examination. The mother went and pleaded with the headmaster. ‘Mother! There is nothing I can do about this. The government rules are like that. You must bring ninety rupees and pay it for your son,’ he said. She had not a single coin in hand. Whatever labour she did, she had no means of earning ninety rupees. One day she sat under a tree, weeping. ‘My son’s life will be wasted like mine,’ she grieved. The boy came running. His mother was weeping. ‘Mother! Why are you crying?’ he asked. She did not want to tell the boy. But the boy would not let it go. At last she told him the truth of the matter. ‘My child! There is no way for me to keep you at school. You too will have to come with me and do labour. That is my sorrow,’ she said. ‘I will study hard. I will go to school. I will not give up my studies,’ said the boy. ‘Now ninety rupees must be paid as your fee for the tenth class examination. Your headmaster said so,’ she told him. The boy had perfect faith. He was innocent. He knew nothing of scheming of any kind. With a spotless heart the boy was ready to follow whatever his mother said as a divine word. ‘Mother, if you could have someone who has the money give us ninety rupees, I will pay it back later,’ he said. ‘My child! We have no one to turn to. For those who have no one, God alone is the refuge,’ she said. Where does He live? Mother!’ the boy asked. ‘He is everywhere, full of great power. He is the very form of every kind of wealth. No one else has as much money as He has. It is He who gives to the whole world. It is He who receives in every way,’ his mother said. The boy took hold of his mother’s feet: ‘Mother! Tell me where God is. I will surely go, hold His feet and pray to Him, and somehow get the ninety rupees from Him and come back,’ he said. ‘My child! Nārāyaṇa is God; He lives in Vaikuṇṭha,’ his mother said. Well, he had a few coins in his pocket.