THE ROAD and a Monk

He was travelling for the countless days. He was having no sense except scorching sun over his head and his only companion, The Road.

He often talk to him, sorry not often but always, and fortunately it also replies it. Sometimes sternly and sometimes lovingly.

“Tell me, my friend where would you like to go?” Utter monk softly. “ I don’t like in fact I can’t go anywhere you insane. I always stay here.”... “ did you forget?” 

Oh yeah.. I forgot.

Aren’t you tired??

Monk sighed.

Road abruptly stuttered, “ Aren’t you tired??? Flowing like this, without any destination, without any companion. Just travelling.” Monk replied smilingly, “No, I’m not. Indeed I loved it and enjoyed it a lot. I feel like breeze, like river, in fact I myself feel like nature. Which is liberated and self motivated.” 

Road grinned, “ Hopeless lunatic..”

Monk curving his lips, “ Aren’t you happy to be liberated like me?”

“Who told you that I m liberated? Indeed I don’t want to be.” “ I’m bounded by billions of footsteps, by billions of stories.” “ This is my destiny and destination both.. I feel compassionate in being bounded.”

Monk sighed again, “ Indeed its life..enjoy...endless..”