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Somilak: “Oh, dear! I worked so hard to earn the money and it vanished in a second. All my hard work has become useless. I do not have anything with me. How can I show my face to my wife and friends? Iamgoingtogobacktothecity and earn more money.”
So he went back to the city and with in a year earned five hundred gold coins. He started to go home again by a different path.
When the sun set, he came upon the very same banyan tree, and he thought:
Somilak: “Oh, oh, oh! What is fate up to!! Here is the same cruel old banyan tree.”
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