A Guru said to his disciple: "The world is illusory. Come away with me."
"But revered Sir," said the disciple, "my people at home—my father, my mother, my wife - all love me so much. How can I give them up?"

The Guru said: "No doubt you now have this feeling of I and Mine and say that they love you; but this is all an illusion of your mind, I shall teach you a trick, and you will know whether they love you truly or not." Saying this, the teacher gave the disciple a pill and said to him: "Take this to your home, lie on the bed and swallow this at home. You will appear to be a corpse, but you will not lose consciousness. You will see everything and hear everything. Then I shall come to your house and gradually you will regain your normal state."

The disciple followed the teacher's instructions. he took that pill to his home, lay on his bed and took that pill. Now he looked like a dead person. The house was filled with loud wailing. His mother, his wife, and the others lay on the ground weeping bitterly.

Just then a Braahman entered the house and said to them, "What is the matter with you? Why you all are weeping like this?" "Maharaaj, This boy is dead.". The Braahman felt the pulse and said: "How is that? No, he is not dead. I have a medicine that will cure him completely." The joy of the relatives was unbounded; it seemed to them that heaven itself had come down into their house.

"But", said the Braahman, "I must tell you something else. Another person must take some of that medicine first, and then the rest of the medicine should be given to the boy. But the other person will die and this boy will live. I see he has so many dear relatives here; one of them will certainly agree to take the medicine. I can see his wife and mother crying bitterly. Surely they will not hesitate to take it."

At once the weeping stopped and all sat quiet. The mother said: ''Well, this is a big family: Suppose I die; then who will look after the family?" She fell into a reflective mood. The wife also, who had been crying a minute before and bemoaning for her ill luck, said: "Well he has gone the way as all mortals go. I have these two or three young children. Who will look after them if I die?"

The disciple saw everything and heard everything. He stood up at once and said to the teacher: "Let us go, Revered Sir. 1 will follow you."

REFLECTION
Tales and Parables of Shree Ramakrishna.
This world is of nobody's own, everybody has come here alone and will go alone, so do not be attached to anyone, even to your dearest.
The similar story is of Vaalmeeki Jee.