A bright, radiant figure appeared before him in the dream. A faceappeared prominent. He hadn’t seen that face before. Eyes were veryinnocent. Lips were innocent. The figure seemed to be the personification of life and truth, beauty and selfless love. He tried to figure out the person behindthe face but it was a vain search. He could not make out whether the facebelonged to a baby, boy or an elderly person. Nevertheless, it was a captivatingface.When he woke up, he followed his dream. The very radiance on the facewas very much alive before him. He could not resist from actually searching forthe form, figure. Was it an angel or a real person? Was it god himself rather?He was determined for a real search. He began his endless journey. Hecrossed many country-sides, vales and dales. He crossed rills and rivers in vain.It was an endless pilgrimage. It was an untiring search. He slept at many inns.He slept under the canopy of stars. He crossed many hamlets. He metcountless faces but to no avail. Still, he did not lose his heart. He wasoptimistic. He thought that his day would come.And it came true. He was at last blestfor his efforts. One day, he was crossing a hill-side. It was a beautiful landscape. There wasa herd of sheep grazing over the mountain-side. It was lush green all over. A river wasflowing nearby. A breeze was giving life tothe entire scene. Nature was breathing freshness at every angle.Under the shades of a tree was sitting a boy. He was piping a flute in thatsingular air. Evidently he was a shepherd. He was relaxing under the tree. Hewas breathing in the spirit of the moment. He was lost within the womb of Nature.