There was a man from Puttaparthi who lived in a solitary hut on the banks of the Ganga. He was engaged in severe penance and was admired by other monks. One day, while bathing in the river, he overheard a party of pilgrims who had just alighted from the bus, talking in Telugu. His attachment to his mother tongue dragged him; He asked them where they came from. Slowly, he gathered that they were from Anantapur District, Penukonda Taluk. His ears ached for further details. When they said they were from Puttaparthi, the monk was elated and began enquiring about his lands, family and friends. When he learnt that a few of them had passed away, he started weeping! All his years of penance broke down before the onslaught of language-attachment! Practice detachment from now on, slowly and steadily! Do not continue to add things that bind you to them. Bind yourself to the great liberator, God.