Description
Walker
Walker was neither a Lion nor a Lion cub. He was an adolescent bursting with hormones. He was already a whimsical Butterfly painting life gay with his iridescent wings, with a wise old Owl soul within his heart of a Cow jailed by an iron Hyena heart guarded by Vultures.
Walker was all, and yet, none. He managed to identify with everybody, yet not totally with anybody, even himself. But Walker was not God, as no one is, but only human that led to him rushing headlong into disaster, taking others with him, but emerging unscathed, alone, as he finally found God, himself, albeit in a form opposite towards which he had aspired.
The Dark
This story is about an old poor writer’s wisdom and the curiosity of a young rich boy. They knew each other only through books though they were neighbours; the boy in his mansion neighbouring the writer in his slum. The writer, writing children’s books, in which were hidden pearls of philosophy, meant only for the wise beyond their years, finally recognizes the young boy but decides to walk away from him fearing that he would hurt a young heart and mind with his old philosophy.
But the smart boy manages to get the scent of the writer and follows him and finds him with the help of a young man. The circle of life is complete, but what happens next?
