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In plain words

"A fisherman was stealing fish one night, casting his net in a garden pond. The owner came to know of it and had the place surrounded by his men. They came with torches to search for the thief. Meanwhile the fisherman had smeared himself with ashes and sat down under a tree as a holy man. They searched everywhere and found no fisherman or anyone else, only a holy man under a tree, covered in ashes and deep in meditation. Next day the word went round the neighbourhood that a great sadhu had come to the garden. People came in crowds to bow to him with fruit, flowers, sandesh and sweets. Many coins too began to fall before him. The fisherman thought, how wonderful! I am not a real sadhu, and yet people have such devotion for me. If I became a real sadhu I would surely reach God; there is no doubt of it.