my imagination

It is a story, a monk narrated to his follower… One day a young man asked the monk, “You were a wealthy man, what inspire you to become a monk?” The monk smiled and said “yes, you are right; it was a moment, when I reached the saturated level in my life and desperately wanted to meet the god in order to ask a question… And I had an encounter with GOD…when I was about to ask the question… he (God) said would you like to play a game with me… Me: game! God: game of words … you must have played in your childhood. Me: I didn’t feel like I could say no, ok fine, but then you have to answer my question. God: of course  Rules of the game… I will dictate some words and you have to write… Words:   Forgive   Love Accept Along Authentic Now show me what you have written… (In the mid of the cacophony, I was unable to listen clearly.) I wrote: Forget Loved Expect A long Authority “You always misinterprete...

I was about to finish my shopping, when I saw him excited, cheerful, he must be in his twenties, talking to the shopkeeper. “Please pack this one and that too, today I got my first salary… so thought to buy saree for my mom.” Shopkeeper asked “so you will have a party tonight?”  Boy: “ no, not today I will have a party with friends on the weekend, today I have lots of work, have to buy gift for my younger sister… then have to go home pick mom and take her to visit temple… but I am sure mom is definitely cooking halwa for me…” After hearing this I realize I have a smile on my face… he   reminded me of my first pay cheque, and those smiles which came when I had done something independently for the first time… he is like any other young boy in a hurry, busy in own thoughts, happy and excited with the new beginning…  I came home happy… On the other day I was just flipping the pages of newspaper… when something caught my attention… it was the pictur...