Through the cities and towns and villages he wandered. He looked at faces – content and distraught. He looked at homes; strong and in ruins. He searched high and low; left and right. He looked for a sign. A message that somehow made itself available – in a manner that he would understand.
Through the cities and towns and villages he wandered and walked in search of the most elusive goal of all. Little did he know that setting a goal is more elusive than seeking it. He did not, when he started the journey. He had his mind fixated on one thing.
A final destination.
Note to readers: The Wandering Monk, once had blog of his own. Not many people knew about him. He preferred it that way. For reasons that are not yet apparent to the Monk, and with his permission, his chronicles will now be posted here. Yet he remains reclusive. So, feel free to comment, but do not be offended if he doesn’t reply. Strange are the ways of monks. Perhaps the author of his chronicles may reply to your comments. Even if he does, he cannot answer for the monk.
You should also know that a while ago a great man wandered India and other parts of the world. He was often referred to as the Wandering Monk, and was better known as Swami Vivekananda. Readers should be clear that these chronicles belong to a much less evolved human being and have no connection to Swami Vivekananda. Apart from the wandering, there is nothing in common between this monk and Swami Vivekananda. Except that this monk has great respect for the son of India, that was Swami Vivekananda.