"Remembering a wrong is like carrying a burden on the mind."
Two monks were returning to the monastery from the village one evening. It had rained very hard all day and the road was covered with deep and muddy water puddles. On one side of the road a beautiful woman stood unable to cross because the water was so deep. The elder monk went up to her and lifted her in his arms to carry her across the road and then he continued on his way to the monastery.
Later that evening the younger monk came up to the old man and reproached him saying "Sir, as monks you know we are not permitted to touch a woman". The elder monk replied "Yes, Brother, I know".
The young monk left to pray but later that night approached the old man again and asked him "So why did you lift that woman on the side of the road in your arms?" The elder monk gently smiled and said
"I left her on the side of the road, but you are still carrying her."