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The lame boy meets the Sage in the shore. The sea is calm today. Last night it was not so. What a terrible tempest it was! The shore is almost white—starfish on sand. The boy is limping around. Browsing the poor creatures, picking the living ones and throwing them back into the sea. The Sage is amused by the puerility. There are millions of starfish just in one beach. There are thousands of such shorelines. ‘Dear lad!You are wasting your time and energy’, poises the Sage, ‘What difference will it make to this world?’ ‘Dear sir!To you, it’s meaningless. But for this starfish—it is its life.’
The wise old man shruggs and leaves. Summer it is—the meadow, bright and green. While treading along the curvy path to the cottage, the Sage thinks, for me it’s nothing. For the starfish, it is its life. Life.
That day, in the dusk, in the background of the setting sun two silhouettes are seen. Bending up and down,they are throwing alive starfish into the sea.
Shorobor is the boy. And the Sages.