There were three saints in China... They travelled on foot from village to village... They never preached any thing... Having reached a village, they started laughing... People used to gather around them... Initially they thought that the saints had gone mad... But gradually even they used to catch the infection... Every one started laughing aloud... The laughter used to make them forget all their miseries and sorrows... It used to make them feel light at heart... Slowly they learnt to laugh at their problems... Then the saints used to leave for the next village... Once, when one of the three saints died, people cremated him according to the directions he had given prior to his death, i.e not to change his clothes before cremation... When his body caught fire, there was a sudden sound of bursting of crackers... Crackers that were hidden under the dead saint's clothes... Listening to it, laughter again broke out on the faces of the people who were sorrowful due to his death... ... ...
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