"Life is the price we pay for running away from death "
































































Watching the scores of beggars lined up outside the temple, the son asked his dad, "Why are they so poor?"
 
Busy with the temple proceedings, the father missed the son's query. The boy tried asking again, but the temple drums drowned out his voice.

So he waited till they were done with the temple, and were strolling towards a nearby hill. He shot his question again, albeit rephrased, "Why do we deserve to be rich, when many others are not?"
 
"It is because your father works hard and earns money for all of us." beamed the father, with a naughty smile.
 
"Why is that you deserve the job more than the others?" asked the astutely curious boy.
 
The father, not wanting to plainly dismiss the son, decided to push the debate, "Because some of us studied well in our school days," and he threw a triumphant glance at the son.
 
"Why is that some of you deserved to be in a school when others were not?"
 
Father was a little transfixed, yet debated, "Because my parents knew the importance of education in a man's life. Others' parents may be did not think so much..."
 
"Why is it that you deserved to be born in a family which gave importance to education?"
 
Father was getting a little irritated now. He wondered how long would his son tow this cause-effect line? Yet he patiently replied, "It is something called Fate. Where we are born is decided based on the effect of our previous lives. You won't understand this at your age. Wait till you grow up."
 
"I know what is Fate. Mom tells me about it. She says my Fate is great, that I have a superb horoscope and I am destined to be a big man someday. But I don't understand the connection between my Fate and what I deserve."
 
They had reached the hilltop and father wanted to breathe some fresh air. He had had enough of the chit-chat. "See that flock of geese there? See how beautifully they are flying in formation?" he sought to distract the boy.
 
The kid was fascinated with the geese. He had read about in the school. He also knew the physics behind that V-formation. He forgot about his questions and started watching the geese intently. He watched how the birds flapped their wings in sequence, and the one in the front guided the rest with its cackling. He could watch this endlessly. He froze in his step and kept watching them, every intimate detail of it, trying to witness everything he had learnt about them, when he suddenly lost them in the glare of the sunset.
 
He put his head down, rubbed his eyes and strolled towards his father, while kicking the stones and breaking the twigs in his path.
 
 
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