Who are you?

“I am a man” said the stranger, “Who has come to this house to-night.”

What brings you here?

“To seek a treasure,” said he, “Which no one knows of but myself.”

What is it that you want ?

I am sure you will find out more soon. I am sure you will. Do you want to know the end of the story?

I do.

“I was the Shepherd Boy. “

Oh my god! I kept asking questions about the past incarnation. But all she would tell me was that I had no memory of anything at all.

I am sure about Suresh. She was lying. She wanted to take revenge. She had known Suresh since he was a child. He had killed her in the past birth. They were living in the village known as Chitrangada. She took him into her house. And waited for him to be mature enough to understand love and flowering.
And waited for him to be mature enough to understand love and flowering. But the boy never knew how to become a man.

What drastic changes? The old Mrs. Goldilocks. It was exactly 9 am and her demands were becoming the size of the Buzz Khalifa! That’s called “Burj Khalifa.” And it’s just about one and half mile tall, I said. “That’s too short.” What is longer than that! I exclaimed. I mean the wall of China indeed. But the length and height are two separate dimensions. You know that don’t you? I remember you saying.

I look at the stars. All the times. Orion belt, Big Dipper and Venus are my best friends and Luna is my lunatic asylum. But you are an irresistible storyteller. A raconteur European paen encomium comity commerce mercenary arroyo craftsman style. What happened to sureshot femme fatale and what happened to the treasure?

Now I look at the stars but they don’t talk to me. I wish you would tell me the full story some day! And she stayed there for a long time until she saw a light coming from a window of a lovely old house in a long street. The Twilight. Always so grateful for your soothing voice! I don’t want to get lost!

Your parents live in a castle in a little town called ‘Middle Earth’.

I am sure you are interested in this one. I will tell you what I can do. I have been to Switzerland and Italy. I am sure that love is not available for free forsooth forsure forwhy forthwith withal thalium umlaut plaudit dithering ringtone dipthong Hong Kong’s million-dollar.

Nowadays, this is not the case. I think you’re right. It’s neither inside nor outside. Love is the same energy which is neither created nor endorsed by it. I am a hard copy. I am a read only memory with an automatically generated apocalyptic tic tac toe mantic destination.

I think you’re right about that: there’s no denying the internet . There is just one energy. Internet is also that. I am sure you are interested in this one. He’s done it. I gave up on her the moment she asked me to tell her the morale of the story. It’s like blasphemy to blastoma atom processor.

I will tell you that: we dream and travel not to reach anywhere. The mystic was totally wrong. He invented a poetic destination which was his imagination. There’s only journey. No teaching. No reaching. You may find patterns and colours here and there but existence is devoid of any inherent meaning whatsoever. A very wise person once said: ‘If there is meaning to life, it is up to you’. What happened to the power of Goldilocks. What happened to the treasure hunt and what happened to the damasel? It was always about the journey, not the destination. Damsel damn mnemonic devices allowed sales manager menagerie agent gentry tryst stylus lustrous tumultuous omnibus succubus busted colophon honeycomb discombobulated odalisque seraglio lionized zed eyes winged Angel gell well as the first time.
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