He looked around the monastery as far as his eyes could reach. The long-standing monastery in front of him was just a small art of the huge monasteries surrounded by it. The beautiful monasteries surrounded all along the mountain big and small covered within snowflakes. He murmured to himself," No matter what the snow couldn't hide is its beautiful architect surrounded in the dusk. It's a true masterpiece." The flower around there were more captivating reflecting the yellow light fluttering all over there. At the meantime his eyes went near a lane where he saw a little monk watering a plant.
The little monk was wearing Kassaya with the cold snow falling over his bald head and shoulder. His head was bald. He was covered in the shower of snow. There was nothing that he could do apart from there within the cold covered in only Kasya with nothing different in it. He went near him and asked," Hey little monk. May I get to know whether this flower needs water in snow."
His questions disappeared as the cold snow swept in air with the gale. It was so heart touching seeing the little cute monk with smile in his face. he turned around sweeping all the coldness away from there. There was the only that was left between them was the warm smile and welcoming gust. The little monk stopped pouring water and had a glanced at him.
He spoke with a smile," Was it a suggestion or question?" there was so simplicity in his question and the thoughts moving around. His smile on his face carried more meaning to him. He looked his puzzled face and spoke again," what brought you here?" There was rarely a question of him, but he asked. His face glow in the shower of snow falling all over the courtyard.
He looked to the dawn whish was full of white snow the unending coldness and everlasting winter with snowfall throughout the season. He spoke, " Did you came with curiosity or with questions?" His face just remained within silence but full of smile. As if he knew everything about him and he was waiting for him from very long time. He asked with him before he could speak anything. He was ahead of him. He barely managed to change his expression looking down to the earth and looked back at him.
However, he managed to come out from the deep gaze and replied instantly," Both". His face glow in warm with the smile showering all over him. He managed to walk ahead of himself with just a brief light warm in his heart. He managed to calm himself in the weather.
He hit the cold ice near his foot with his boot and entered the gate of monastery. As he passed from the gate inside the courtyard, the beautiful snowflower welcomed him that was just growing in buds near the gate. The whole courtyard was covered with the beautiful flowers all over with full of beautiful, pleasant smell.
"Are you hungry?"
Before his expression could disappear completely. He immediately read his expression that was hiding from all ahead. He was unable to express himself out there, but he was quite tired of climbing the mountain and was fed off with everything surrounding him too. He holds himself back for a while hiding himself with a smile.
"Ohm, yes. little bit."-the old man answered in a breath. He was breathing heavily maybe the cold snow touched his lung with its brim of sweet. Moreover, at last he spoke it out. he couldn't control himself but spoke it out finally. At the meantime, his watch glow again and there came a voice," don't you feel yourself ashamed with the world's richest person tittle asking food with the monk."
Weismier spoke looking back at his watch and spoke," Wasn't this your idea to bring me here by climbing the mountain. What would it have happened if you would have just fly it over." He could barely ask himself with the single watch and now option.
When the little monk heard the voice then he just asked with him," so you are not alone here." His face was stucked with the little watch glowing in his hand. Maybe he was wondering the things like it speaking the human language. he was shocked but there was no such expression on his face.
The watch glow again and spoke," sorry to make you troubled but the truth is that we are unable to drive above this mountain with a very magnetic force repelling away from it. So, I just made the excuse for you at that time."
What is it?
Weismier spoke," Ohh, yes. This is my virtual assistant Sayera." He showed at his watch holding back the conversation. It wasn't normal for the little monk to understand what he was saying but he changed his expression in as if he had understood.
The little monk smiled and said," sorry to say but we can surely provide you with the bowl." There was little smile on his face that could clearly appear on his face. There was nothing that he could do anything apart from seeking his own way.
The little monk remembered what he was asked ahead and helped himself out from there with just a single face lying in front of him. He spoke," anyway you told me that you are hungry..." Before he could speak further, he was interrupted in the middle by Weismier.
"Ohm its fine. I am no longer hungry." Somehow Weismier managed to take a glance at him without any sign of confusion. He could barely hope the new way along the new path he took ahead. He managed to wake up to his consciousness and out of his conversation. He remembered that why he was there crossing such a storm of snow."
Weismier spoke," Would you mind taking me to the Abbot here. We came from far away to meet him." He spoke holding his breathe out. It was not his patience but his old age that he had achieved everything in his life to the fame of the richest person.
Before he could finish his words, the little monk interrupted in the middle and said," Sure enough"
They looked at each other and smiled. Weismier walked towards him from there. The little monk looked around him and spoke with gentle smile," he told me to pick you up. so, I am here waiting for you."
He asked," How did he know that I was here?"
He also told me," You fell down the cliff many times, slipped away while climbing the mountain in snow." Weismier looked back at the little monk who was speaking at him with such a confidence. Weismier knew that he was only one there but how come he knew about him falling in the snow.
They passed from one monastery to another monastery walking down the rock and lane. They walked through the fragrance of Winter Aconite and pansies. The beautiful scenario was dancing in their footsteps. At the meantime, He spoke," Then you must be well aware of Sambh."
The little monk foot stopped all of a sudden. He looked back at him. His smile was no more on his face. His eyes covered with tears.
He asked," What happened? Why did you start to cry all of a sudden?" He continued, "I have heard that a monk never cries."
He looked at him and spoke with a smile, " It's not a tear. It's just a reminder of the day that we have come to the end." He pointed his finger towards a huge monastery surrounded by other monasteries. He spoke," The abbot resides there."
He left from there. He passed along the lane and reached near other monks who were practising martial arts nearby there. He reached in the middle and joined them. He kept on looking at him as he vanished in the flow of martial arts. A small voice came from his behind and spoke," Don't listen his words. He is not enlightened yet."
He looked at his back and saw an old man with bald head. He smiled and stepped on the staircase of monastery. As he reached atop, he opened the door of monastery and entered inside it. He reached inside and walked through the hallway. He stopped Infront of a great statue of Lord Buddha.
He burned Diya and lightened the whole room then bowed down before the statue. He asked," Is your name Weismeir. "
He replied, "Yes, it's my name but how do you know it."
The abbot replied," Eighteen years ago, an incident had happened on the other side of the mountain where we use to live. However, the incidence was very huge that we had to change our place and come here."
He stood from the praying and took him to the cliff. The cliff was full of snow and water flowing by it. The white flakes of snow were all over it. He stood over a large flake of snow standing flat aside. He spoke," Do you know what had happened there on that day?"
Weismeir spoke," I want to know about it. "
He narrated the event of that day.