The hot afternoon
sun blazed through the canopy of trees and rays of sunlight filtered through
the dense vegetation. Even the animals had gone into hiding, away from the
blistering sun. Yet, Aurushi and Akash were unwavering in their meditation even
though the walnut tree under which they sat, barely provided them a decent
shade.
Today is their
eleventh day in the forest. They left their monastery in search of inner peace
and were promised to be met by their sage. Not a leaf moved as the wind refused
to blow its cool breeze. Suddenly, they heard the twigs breaking and the leaves
rustling. A frail boy appeared and pleaded for some water.
Akash
immediately warned Aurushi, “We don’t know when our sage will arrive. We might
not have enough water, so…” he turned towards the boy and tried to shoo him
away. Aurushi’s heart sank. She could not bear the sight of the heat-tormented
boy and refused to ignore him. Her humanity was stronger than her own survival,
so she poured him her share of the water for the day into a wooden cup.
To their
surprise, the young boy drank to the last drop and returned the cup to Aurushi.
“What?” she exclaimed in shock, looking at the cup filled to the brim.
The young boy
smiled and revealed his true form. It turned out that he was the wise sage they
had been waiting for. He bestowed blessings and timeless wisdom upon Aurushi
and promised her that her cup will never run dry. Before walking away, he told
Akash that God is formless and you should see God in everyone and anyone.
