Every job, everything we enjoy in life costs somebody else some labor. So, we always have to be grateful. And whatever we can do for this world. It's not like we sacrifice or help anybody truly. It's a give and take that all of us have a duty to do. This story is the continuation of the ascetic journey of Lord Mahavira. This is the sixth year of His ascetic spiritual practice. And, "It was the month of Magh." "The peak of winter season." "Chilling and biting winds were blowing. During the quiet part of the night in a lonely jungle, Mahavira was standing in meditation." "All of a sudden, a witch, named Kataputna came there. Seeing Mahavira deep in meditation, she became angry for no apparent reason." "There is nothing that happens without reason. There must certainly have been some antagonism from some previous birth." "As soon as the feeling surfaced, Kataputna lost her reason, and, in order to take her revenge from some forgotten deed from some past life, she started torturing Mahavira. She took the form of a giant and ominous looking Parivrajak with long strands of hair..." "Mahavira, elevated completely into a higher spiritual realm, remained unmoved and serene."