I want to introduce you to an old friend of mine, Aab:

Aab sat on the hillock and was enjoying the view.  The hillock was definitely not Himalayas, and he was not there to meditate or seek enlightenment.  Poor Aab! What does he know what is enlightenment, and how to seek it?  He was there to enjoy the view, the breeze, and the solitude.

Aab lives in the twenty first century, but he does not belong to it.  He is from a different era, transplanted here like an anachronism.  At times he feels like a cactus in a blooming rose garden, sometimes he realizes that he is like the last guest in a party when the hosts are waiting to wind up.

Aab also knows that there are no hosts in this world.  Everyone wants to be a guest.  Each one wants to be served, not to serve.  Every person wants to move on when the party is over.  Only Aab knows that there was no party.

Aab was looking for loneliness.  Yes, what you read is true – he was looking for loneliness.  Not solitude, mind you.  Solitude one can get by just walking away from others, hiding in one’s physical or mental cave.  Aab in fact did not like solitude, except once in a while.  In fact, people sought him out.  Not like disciples seek a Guru, but more like those who crave to find themselves in and through him.

The narration will continue.