The king of a city, to whom God had given everything, a prosperous kingdom, a polite and virtuous wife, cultured children, had everything, but still he remained unhappy. Once while roaming around he reached a small village where a potter was selling pots outside the temple of Lord and some pots were filled with water and was singing God song while lying there. The king came there and saw Lord and went and sat near the potter, the potter was sitting and he gave water to the king with great respect. The king was somewhat impressed by the potter and the king thought that what would he earn by selling so many pots? So the king asked why brother Prajapati will go to the city with me. Prajapati said - What will I do after going to the city, king? King - Walk there and make a lot of pots there. Prajapati - Then what will I do with those pots? King - Hey what will he do? You will get a lot of money selling them. Prajapati - Then what will I do with that money? King - What will he do...