Inertia

A perennial river flows from north-east to the southern region of the forest to the latter's bliss, perhaps since eternity. And there lies a carpet of millions of pebbles and stones at the riverbed, well beneath the current.

A rolling stone -rather a pebble- as destined, slowly arrived and landed among a group of relatively bigger boulders at the bottom of the river. Pebble wasn't surprised when it saw others not at all thrilled about its arrival; almost all stayed stone faced. It tried to be acquainted with others around. No one moved, nor so much as flinched. It however tried a lot to make others talk, and make some connection. Everything was in vein. Irritated by the pebble's efforts and movements, a boulder broke the silence "Stranger ! you are not one of us. We are different - the boulders. You are just a directionless and insignificant pebble. So don't even try."

Taken aback by this, the pebble grew cold for a few moments, sat still and waited. The precise moment arrived eventually and with the slightest help of the current, it gingerly started the roll. While moving on, it said "you and I are just lifeless stones. So stop behaving like humans, and be done with this discrimination."

And as the boulders just stayed there, the stone moved on and reached a few inches closer to the point where the river meets the sea; its ultimate destination.

- Asthir

(everything is symbolic)