One day a clown sat in the woods far from the circus and leaned upon a tree, mahagony brown and shimmeringly young and stout.

It so happened that a little boy who was returning from the circus happened to meet the sleeping clown on his way home.

The boy was small and given by the layer of mist all around, the boy was not sure if the clown slept or had been knocked off.

So he pecked him here and there, prodding often until the man sat up.

“Who are you?” The clown was obviously startled since that was his usual resting place and no one had ever disturbed him.

“I am Rushka and you must be the clown from the circus?” Rushka was a plain looking boy with a big question. His quest was to find the answer to the question and as a little boy he tried hard.

“Well Rushka I am Hemicsh. Yes I am the clown from the circus. Now buzz off home, your mom must be waiting for you.”

The boy still stood staring down at the clown who looked very different now, without his makeup.

“I had a question.”


“I have a question not a gun for God’s sake.” Rushka pleaded.

“Okay tell.” Hemicsh did not want to disappoint the little boy.

“Do you know where to find peace?”

“What Peace?”

“Peace the reason you were resting.”

“Lad, I was not resting to find peace but I was resting to lessen my tiredness.”

“But do you know where to find peace?”

“Yes I know.” Hemicsh looked into the eyes of this innocent lad.

“Where, can you tell me?” Rushka’s voice quivered in anticipation.

“Here, right where you stand.”

“Why can’t I see it, where?” Rushka looked around.

“Look around.” The clown had a peculiar way of moving his eyeballs all around his eyes, without disturbing his head.

“You mean the mist?” The boy asked.

“Yes, where you find the mist my boy, there you must know peace resides and you must feel happy about it.”

“Why should I feel happy about it?”

“Coz, a blissful mind, only a blissful mind can attract peace which rests in the mist.”

“Ahhh! Now I know Hemicsh. Thank you.” Rushka nodded, clapped his hands and off he went with a spring on his feet, dancing and searching for more mist.

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