A widow from a poor village in Bengal did not have enough money to pay for her son\u2019s bus fare, and so when the boy started going to school, he would have to walk through the forest all on his own.
\nIn order to reassure him, she said:
\n\u2018Don\u2019t be afraid of the forest, my son. Ask your God Krishna to go with you. He will hear your prayer.\u2019
\nThe boy followed his mother\u2019s suggestion, and Krishna duly appeared and from then on accompanied him to school every day.
\nWhen it was his teacher\u2019s birthday, the boy asked his mother for some money in order to buy him a present.
\n\u2018We haven\u2019t any money, son. Ask your brother Krishna to get you a present.\u2019
\nThe following day, the boy explained his problem to Krishna, who gave him a jug of milk.
\nThe boy proudly handed the milk to the teacher, but the other boys\u2019 presents were far superior and the teacher didn\u2019t even notice his.
\n\u2018Where did you get that jug?\u2019
\n\u2018Krishna, the God of the forest, gave it to me.\u2019
\nThe teacher, the students and the assistant all burst out laughing.
\n\u2018There are no gods in the forest, that\u2019s pure superstition,\u2019 said the teacher. \u2018If he exists, let\u2019s all go and see him.\u2019
\nThe whole group set off. The boy started calling for Krishna, but he did not appear.
\nThe boy made one last desperate appeal.
\n\u2018Brother Krishna, my teacher wants to see you. Please show yourself!\u2019
\nAt that moment, a voice emerged from the forest and echoed through the city and was heard by everyone.
\n\u2018I can\u2019t! He doesn\u2019t even believe I exist.
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