Why do they cry?

It was noon. Dark clouds in the sky. Shady weather. All the souls were fast asleep. Beneath the old tree sat the Master, drawing wisdom from world that surrounded.
A disciple was awake, restless. He hadn't heard his Master speak in a long time. 

Cold wind blew. The leaves danced to the tune of the wind. Building upon the tune, the Master thus spoke..

"Why do you think grown men cry?"

"May be I'll know when I grow up. As for now, I can't think of a reason why", spoke the disciple.

"When do you think you'll grow up?" asked the Master.

"May be the day I realize that even other people have broken hearts", replied the disciple.

"Why do you think hearts are broken?" questioned the mighty Master.

With his eyebrows raised, the disciple answered "If it never broke, people would never know that they had a heart."

"How would it matter if they knew or not of the heart?"

"The same reason why you sit under this tree, looking for answers"

"What answers do you think I'm looking for?"

"The answers that do not exist, but makes life an adventure. A quest that can never be conquered"

"Why do you consider life as a quest?"

"I'm merely assuming. I've seen great people spend their entire life searching for the true meaning of life, the meaning of love"

"Do you think that they succeeded in the end?"


"Why do you say so?"

"Countless men with their countless wisdom. Infinite theories of life. Uncountable religions. Innumerable practices. Not one converges"

"So, do you think there is only one answer?"


"And may I know it?"


With a sense of shock, the Master asked, "Why not?"

"The moment I tell you, I join the league of those great mortals. The great ones who preach. The great ones who always think they know the eternal truth"

"But the world only knows about those great men"

"Only knows, but not respects. They are known for works of literature and fantasy, ones who honored the King in return for fame. But the world respects the common man for it can see love in his eyes"

"Love? Love is not seen but felt"

"Eyes are not required to see. Beauty lies in the eye, the eye that is attached to the golden heart. A heart that seeks truth in lies, but fails to see the lies in truth"

Stung, the Master asked, "But of what use, if it can't see the lie?"

"Thorns only prick those who dare hold the rose. It doesn't matter if you seek lies or the truth, outcome is the same. Pain"

"Pain you say? Pain doesn't last. Pain is momentary. Time heals everything."

"Time heals only the wound. But Pain... Pain becomes a memory. A memory that flashes at the wrong Time"

"Memory, a memory created by true love can never hurt. Only the ones caused by Lust cause suffering"

"What is Love to a young heart, may seem as Lust to the society"

"But the society is built from ages of wisdom"

"What is built, will be destroyed. What is wisdom today, is famine tomorrow "

A raindrop distracted them. The disciple looked up to see...
The sky had become dark. Day had flown by, without either one noticing it. It started to rain. 

The roles reversed as the disciple asked the Master his first ever question, "Why does it rain?"

"To destroy the famine, to soothe the society. To bathe in lust, to drip in love. To stop time, to replace bitter memories with new ones. To shine on the rose, to feed the thorns. To wash the lies, to cleanse the heart. To hide the tears in the eye, to sprinkle love. To make fantasy come to life, pave the way for the quest. To help the tree grow, the tree underneath which the very thought of why men cry was ignited. Rain is nothing but God's tears, both joy and sorrow demystified."

With this, the disciple smiled and stood up. He turned around to walk. 

Just then the Master asked, "I have never seen you here before. What is your name?"

"Name means nothing. People should be remembered for their thoughts and actions"

Just then, the Master heard a lot of murmur. Standing at the back were other disciples, giggling and talking amongst themselves. Puzzled by their ignorance, the Master turned back for the unknown disciple. But he was gone.

Just then, one of the disciples asked the Master, "Were you talking to yourself all this time?"

After a minute of silence, the Master recovered from the shock and replied "If I say Yes, you will call me a fool". 

With a blissful smile and gleaming eyes in the dark, "If I say No, and that I was talking to God, you'll praise me and serve me"


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  1. Hummm....have you heard of the telugu movie Arya? i somehow got reminded of this movie when i read the first half of ur story...and the second half....er...r u by any chance an avid reader of Paulo Coelho?

  2. Is this story thaaat bad? :(

    And no, I'm not a fan of his.. he's overly optimistic. I like reality, irony, sarcasm

  3. lolzz...its gud :) it just took me by surprise...the story....i somehow correlated it with a lot many things...and i m just wondering what prompted u to start it off with why do men cry !!! i think the convo probably triggered u off !! nyways....this is just a reflection of the real u....all stories are a reflection of the writer's inner self...so the question of this being gud or bad doesn't arise :D


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