One day Nasruddin’s disciples found him in the vegetable market, crouched down beside a brimming basket of chilies, crying inconsolably. They watched, astonished, as he bit into the fiery chilies one after another. His face flaming with pain and surprise, tears rushed from his eyes and blood from his cracked lips as he continued, nonetheless, to eat the chilies one after another, without respite.
Finally someone grabbed his hand and the disciples asked, “Nasruddin, why are you doing this!”
And through his tears, Nasruddin said, “I keep hoping I’ll find a sweet one.”
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