When it rained...
My brain was throbbing. Figuring out the primal of the integral of exp(-x^2) was no easy task. My mind had already begun its journey. I was listening to the familiar tunes of Mozart's 21st symphony. The night sky was red, and puddles were getting replenished. I wondered where he was. He would help me get over this riddle. I wondered what to play next. A much easier riddle! And, then, the familiar footsteps approached the door. He entered the room, wet and dripping. He shook the water of himself in a way that reminded me of a little dog. He sat down, and looked at me. His eyes shone with conversation. I nodded the question. "Brilliant rain! Reminds you of the monsoons, doesn't it?", said he. "Yes, it does. But, where were you?" "I met this person near the river - prabuddha. He was on those ancient benches, staring intensely at the gently rippling water. I walked to him impulsively and sat down beside him. He didn't seem to notice my presence at firs...