Sudama and Krishna had been dear friends as boys. Years later Sudama was very poor, while Krishna had become a king. Sudama's wife wrapped a little puffed rice in a cloth — all they had — and sent him to visit his old friend.
When Sudama arrived, Krishna ran to embrace him, sat him on his own bed, and washed his tired feet. Shy of his shabby gift, Sudama tried to hide the rice, but Krishna found it and ate it with delight, as if it were a feast.
Sudama went home having asked for nothing. Yet when he arrived, he found his little hut had become a beautiful home — Krishna had quietly given, simply out of love.