Far far away, lived a nomad…amidst high gray mountains and the scorching desert land. He would tread the hills, staring at the clear blue sky above. The majestic Sun would shine down on him and question his wanderings. The nomad was searching for something…he didn’t exactly know what.
He would look at scenery around him and wonder…wonder about how the nature got to be there and what would happen to it tomorrow. His mind was just as his own physical state…clueless and without a destination.
Very rarely, his thoughts would cross the high mountains and wonder what lies behind them. What did those rocks hold in their cradle? But increasingly, he started believing that his world was within these hills….and what happened beyond them was neither in his control nor his concern.
Night would fall, and he’d continue staring at the stars. He wanted answers from everything around him. Wanted them to justify their existence to him. But why? Did the moon and the stars and the rocks owe him anything? It was he who had adopted them as his world, not them. They could and would carry on their solitary existence without any thought. Then what led him to seek answers from them?
Days and nights would just pass by with the nomad staring and lying motionless in his own world. The ironical aspect of the whole situation was…this ‘nomad’ had never traveled. He was a nomad by his own belief, not his actions.
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