Saturday, March 9, 2013

Being Around Shady Monks

This is the highest point of Jalgaon that locates a guest house of North Maharashtra State University. Here I slept two nights with utter silence. Night is only dotted with whispers of leaves. In dead of night, you can still hear rustles of leaves when monks get up with shades in every night to walk on soft-foot through fallen dry leaves . Since the last seven hundred years they wander in search, in quest of answers to their questions ... "How could it happen ? How could we chisel giant hills to caves ? And what had driven us to do that? Did we .... did we ...? What do you think - you the guest ? " I had a feel of hazy face that faded away into the dense, there trees were standing guards to assure .... "Oh! don't mind. That's the delirium of life". The trees whispered. I again closed my eyes for sound sleep for the next morning invited talk I had to deliver on Computational Social Science ... thinking all the talks were scripted and delivered before .. long before.

1 comment:

Amit Kumar Gupta said...

Seems..everybody talks .. so nature as well. :-)

Thanks for sharing experience
-Amit Kumar Gupta