“Can I get you some water?”
He shook his head in response to my question, flashing a toothy smile. The chubbiness of his cheeks ballooned further as the smile stretched from one end to the other.“Just a few minutes. I’ll be fine,” he said, patting the ground on which he’d parked himself right before me.
As the sun bounced off the top of his bare head, I wondered what could have driven one so young in search of wisdom. “Did your parents send you to the monastery?” I queried gently.
Shaking his head again, he replied, “No, I just wanted to know what it was like. I had to beg them to let me go.”
“What do you think now?”
“I’ve never been happier,” he beamed, getting up, dusting his palms before putting them together and bowing before me. As his bouncy little Buddha form waddled away, it struck me that here was one far wiser than me, in years and maturity. Glancing at my laptop, I shut it and put it away.