 Once upon a time, an old man and a young man were living nearby in an urban neighborhood. Somehow, this old man, being jealous of his young neighbor, started spreading rumors that his young neighbor was corrupt and of loose character. As a result of this, the young man got framed in some case and the police brought him to a magistrate. Days later, this young man was proven innocent. After being released, he sued the old man for wrongly accusing him. In court, the old man told the judge, the magistrate, that he, that is the old man, just made passing commitments, merely gossiped and did not harm anyone. The judge, before passing the final judgment, on this case, told the old man, write all the things you said about him, that is the young man, on a piece of paper, cut them up and on your way home, throw out the pieces of paper. Tomorrow, come back to hear the pronouncement of the final judgment. The judge told the old man. The next day, the judge told the old man, before I deliver the judgment, you will have to go out and gather all the pieces of paper that you threw out yesterday. The old man said, I can't do that. The wind must have spread them and I won't know where to find these pieces of paper. The judge then replied, the same way simple comments or gossip remarks may destroy the owner, by the honor of a man to such an extent that one is not able to fix it. The moral of the story which I just narrated is that if you cannot speak well of someone, rather don't say anything. Let us all be masters of our mouths, so that we won't be slaves of our words. Let us all be masters of our mouths, so that we won't be slaves of our words.