Markandeyapurana 63.12

Once upon a time, while he who was fascinating in his ways was roaming on Mount Mandara, he saw a lonely maiden helpless with fear on the mountain’s slope. Seeing him, at once she uttered the words “Save me!” “Fear not!” he exclaimed to her whose eyes were flooded with fear; “Why is this?” said the high-souled youth in heroic speech. Thereupon she gave him this account, in words broken by her palpitating breath.

The maiden spoke:
I am indeed the daughter of the Vidyādhara Indīvara, Manoramā by name; I was born of Marudhanvan’s daughter. Vibhāvarī daughter of the Vidyādhara Mandāra was my friend, and Kalāvatī, the muni Pāra’s daughter, was my other friend. With them I went to Kailāsa’s lofty[2] slope. There I saw a certain muni; exceedingly thin was his face through his austerities, wasted was his neck through hunger, vigourless was he, deep sunk were the pupils of his eyes. I laughed at him, and then he grew enraged and cursed me, in a very infirm voice and with his shoot-like lower lip somewhat quiverinq[3]—“Since thou hast laughed at me, O ignoble and bad ascetic maiden, a Rākṣasa shall therefore overcome thee in no long time indeed.” But when the curse was pronounced, my two friends upbraided the muni—“Fie! through thy want of forbearance, done is thy brāhman-hood, done all thine austerities! Thou art violated through thy wrathfulness, thou art not greatly worn out[4] through austerities. The dwelling-place of forbearance is verily brāhman-hood; the controlling of wrath is the performance of austerities.” Hearing this the sage of measureless glory cursed both of them also,—“Leprosy in the limbs shall light on one of you, and consumption on the other.” Exactly as he said, it befell them both immediately.