Once there lived a saint whose fame went far and wide. He was very knowledgible too and people were always around him, asking one thing or another about various subjects. Irked by his popularity, a youth thought of a plan - to ask a difficult question and make him fish for an answer. He approached the saint after many days and asked him the question - "What is the purpose of life?". The saint understood his intention. Whatever answer he gave, the youth would start asking more questions and refuse to accept too. He smiled benevolently and said, "There is someone who may answer this question better than me. Here, take it my child!". He just gave a feather which was unique - not that of any common bird and had many hues in it. "Get a feather like this from that bird. You will know!". The youth tried asking more, but was pushed by others. Besides, he had a mission now. He started his journey soon and visited many places. Nowhere else he could see the bird which would have similar feathers. He asked directions from everyone and was looking at one place or another till an old man gave him the direction. "I have seen such kinds of birds in the Manasarovar lake in the Himalayan region. Why don't you try there?". The youth thanked him and started. Already a year had passed then. After so much difficulty, he reached the Manasarovar. Losing heart to the tranquility and the serene atmosphere there, he forgot his mission for a while. When he came back to his senses, he found not just one, but many birds having similar feathers soaring higher. He couldn't believe his eyes for a while. Then he thought of the ways to approach them and possibly catch one of those for the feather. The bird that was nearest, came to him. "What do you want?", it seemed to ask him. "I just want one feather from you!", was all he said. It allowed him to pluck one and soon vanished from sight. He returned to the saint and asked the question again. "Oh! Didn't you get it yet? Such species don't live after losing a feather!", the saint said.