Every Rose Has Its Thorn

If you build your house on a hill, how can you fear wild beasts? If you build it by the sea, how can you fear the waves? If you build it in the pettah , how can you fear noise? In this world we must bear praise and blame equally, without anger and with patient mind.
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Mahadevi
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