your bridge home
Tales of the Gods
There was nothing left but one cup of water, and he had not drunk in seven weeks. Then somebody knocked.
Rantideva had been a king with a great deal, and had given nearly all of it away.
Not as policy. It was closer to a reflex in him. He could not keep a thing while somebody in front of him lacked it.
The rest of this story, read aloud, and a new one every day.