A Traditional Story of Pleasure and Pain

Almost a decade ago there was a delighted Mountain. One day a crucial part of him broke down and by sliding that part had come to the valley. It was a poor little Pebble, who was abruptly vanquished from her comfort zone. She was totally unfamiliar with this new world. Therefore being apart from her dearest Mountain; the Pebble was wandering by the rough mountain stream, grumbling to be stable, but the hasty river has brought her to the seashore, she was experiencing an unknown, wide, beguile seashore.

A hasty Wave was thrashing upon her. Though the Pebble was in fear at first, she started liking the Wave and became habituated to his coming and going. His wide arms made her feel like to stay there forever. Therefore she had stayed there at the coast. She had started constructing a residence at the seashore by the entire of her. But the Wave kept coming and kept destroying all. But the Pebble keeps building again and again. The Wave was destroying again and again.

The Pebble was enjoying the pain of destroying and rebuilding. While it becomes the Wave's habit to come and go and to touch the shore in his absence, where the Pebble and the Wave were amalgamated.