Viduras Family - The Humble Home of Devotion

Dadi: "Guddu beta, let me tell you about a meal so simple that it defeated the grandest feast in a kingdom. A meal of banana peels that tasted sweeter than royal delicacies."

Guddu: "Banana peels? Who would eat those, Dadi?"

Dadi: "Lord Krishna himself! Let me tell you how it happened."

Guddu: "Krishna ate banana peels? On purpose?"

Dadi: "It started when Krishna came to Hastinapura as a peace messenger, hoping to prevent the great war. Duryodhana prepared the most lavish hospitality - golden plates, hundreds of dishes, the finest rooms in the palace."

Guddu: "That sounds like a good way to welcome an important guest!"

Dadi: "But Krishna refused it all. He said to Duryodhana: "One should not eat at the house of those who hate us. You hate the Pandavas, and the Pandavas are my very life.""

Guddu: "So where did Krishna stay?"

Dadi: "He walked past all the grandeur and went to the humble home of Vidura, the wise minister who was born from a servant woman. Vidura's house had no gold, no silk, no hundreds of servants."

Guddu: "Why did Krishna choose the poor house over the palace?"

Dadi: "Because Vidura's home had something Duryodhana's palace lacked - genuine love and devotion. Material wealth cannot match the wealth of a pure heart."

Guddu: "What happened when Krishna arrived?"

Dadi: "Vidura wasn't home! So Krishna called out to Vidura's wife, Vidurani: "Oh Vidurani Maiya, I am so hungry! Please give me something to eat.""

Guddu: "Was she prepared for such an important guest?"

Dadi: "She was bathing! When she heard that the Lord of the Universe was in her house, asking for food, she was so overwhelmed with love that she rushed out immediately - not even finishing her bath or properly dressed!"

Guddu: "Oh no! How embarrassing!"

Dadi: "Krishna understood her state completely. He lovingly took his own shawl and covered her. He saw not her disheveled appearance but her pure, devoted heart."

Guddu: "And then she served him bananas?"

Dadi: "Here's where it gets beautiful, beta. Vidurani was so absorbed in divine love, so intoxicated with the joy of serving God himself, that she became confused. She peeled the bananas - but threw away the fruit and gave Krishna only the peels!"

Guddu: "She gave him the peels instead of the fruit? Did Krishna correct her?"

Dadi: "No! Krishna ate those banana peels with such joy, such satisfaction, that he later said they tasted sweeter than all the elaborate preparations his queens Rukmini and Satyabhama made in Dwarka."

Guddu: "How could peels taste better than royal food?"

Dadi: "Because they weren't just peels - they were pure devotion transformed into an offering. When Vidura came home and saw what was happening, he exclaimed, "What are you doing, wife?""

Guddu: "Did she realize her mistake then?"

Dadi: "Yes, she came back to her senses, mortified! She quickly offered Krishna the actual fruit. But Krishna said something profound: "The peels you gave me with undivided devotion were far sweeter than this fruit you now offer with distracted attention.""

Guddu: "So it wasn't about the food at all?"

Dadi: "Never is, beta. God doesn't need our offerings - He created everything! What He treasures is the love behind the gift. A flower given with pure heart is worth more than a mountain of gold given carelessly."

Guddu: "That's why poor people's prayers work too!"

Dadi: "Exactly! This story teaches us that in our relationship with the divine - and really, in all relationships - what matters isn't what we give but how we give it. With love, with attention, with our whole heart present in the moment."

Guddu: "So Vidurani's "mistake" was actually perfect?"

Dadi: "The most perfect offering ever made! Her devotion was so complete that she forgot everything else - even the difference between fruit and peel. And Krishna, who sees hearts, not hands, called it the sweetest meal of his life."

Guddu: "I'll remember this when I give gifts, Dadi."

Dadi: "Do, beta. A handmade card with genuine love defeats an expensive present bought without thought. It's the heart that counts. Always the heart."