The Priceless One

The Priceless One

Long ago, in a prosperous city nestled near the rivers and forests of ancient India, there lived a young woman named Anopama. Her name meant incomparable, and indeed, there seemed to be no one like her. She was born into a family of high rank and great wealth. Her father, Majjha, was the royal treasurer—a man of vast influence who managed the riches of kings.

Anopama grew up surrounded by luxury. Her home was filled with silks from distant lands, golden ornaments, fine perfumes, and attendants who waited on her every need. Her skin was radiant, her figure elegant, her manner graceful. Everywhere she went, people stopped and turned to admire her beauty. But it was not just beauty that set her apart. There was a quiet intelligence in her eyes, a thoughtfulness that hinted at deeper things.

As she came of age, many suitors arrived. Princes from powerful kingdoms and sons of the richest merchants sent letters, gifts, and proposals. They boasted of their palaces, their elephants and horses, their treasures, and their titles. They all wanted Anopama as their bride.

One day, a particularly wealthy merchant’s son sent a grand message to her father: “Name your price. I will give eight times her weight in gold and jewels. Just let me marry Anopama.”

Everyone around her was excited. They whispered of weddings, wealth, and the glory her marriage would bring. But Anopama felt none of that excitement. A quiet unease stirred within her. Despite the riches and praise, her heart felt empty.

She often sat alone on the balconies of her father’s mansion, gazing into the distance. “Is this all there is?” she would wonder. “Silks and ornaments, gifts and titles… Is this truly what life is for?”

She began to ask deeper questions. Why do people suffer? Why are we never satisfied? Why do we grow old, fall ill, and die? And is there a way beyond this cycle of constant grasping and loss?

Then, one day, her life changed forever.

Word spread through the city that the Buddha, the Self-Awakened One, had arrived and was teaching nearby. People flocked to see him—farmers, nobles, monks, and merchants. Anopama, too, felt drawn by something she couldn’t explain. She asked her attendants to take her to where the Buddha was staying.

When she arrived, she saw a man unlike any other. He wore a simple robe. His eyes were calm and clear, his presence quiet yet powerful. He looked at no one with desire or pride, only with compassion and understanding. The moment Anopama saw him, something within her shifted.

She stepped forward, bowed before him with great reverence, and sat to one side.

The Buddha looked at her kindly. He could see her readiness, her ripening insight. He spoke not of rules or rituals, but of life itself—of the suffering caused by desire, of the endless chasing after things that never last, and of a path that leads to freedom and peace.

As Anopama listened, it felt as though heavy veils were being lifted from her heart. The words entered not just her ears, but the deepest parts of her being. In that very moment, as she sat on the ground in her fine robes with dust on her feet, she awakened to the truth. She realized the nature of craving and the peace that comes when it is abandoned. She attained the third stage of enlightenment, known as anāgāmī—the state of the non-returner, one who will never again be bound by worldly attachments.

Tears of clarity welled in her eyes—not from sorrow, but from the overwhelming joy of truth.

She rose, and with quiet determination, made a decision that shocked everyone. She returned home only long enough to speak to her father. “I have found something more precious than all the gold and jewels you’ve stored your whole life. I cannot live as I did before. I am leaving home, not to marry, but to walk the path of awakening.”

Her father, stunned and heartbroken, pleaded with her to reconsider. But Anopama’s mind was firm. With his reluctant blessing, she cut off her long hair, shed her fine garments, and entered the homeless life as a nun.

She lived simply, wearing a robe of faded cloth and carrying a begging bowl. She found joy not in possessions but in quiet forests, in mindful steps, and in the inner stillness of meditation.

Days passed. She reflected deeply on the Buddha’s teachings, practiced with diligence, and let go of every last trace of craving.

On the seventh day of her new life, as the morning sun filtered through the trees, Anopama sat beneath a tree in quiet meditation. Her heart rested in stillness. And there, she experienced complete inner freedom. The final roots of desire had withered away. She was free.

No longer did she long for ornaments, praise, or titles. No longer did she fear loss or death. She had touched Nibbāna—the unshakable peace beyond all grasping.

In time, others would come to know her story. They would call her not only Anopama, the incomparable, but also the one who left everything… and gained the highest.

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