Graze

“Eve. You must be really famous by now...”
“Errr….I don’t think so. Why do you say that?"

“Well..After living the life of the leading lady in a soap opera, I am assuming you must be famous.”
“Umm…I have been keeping a low profile and I use the disguise when I step out. I hate the attention.”

“Hmmmm…so what is happening now? Have we reached the climax yet?”
“I don’t know, Eve. Lord has not revealed the script to me. I don’t know what will happen in the next scene.”

“Ok…If you had the choice, then how would you like it to unfold?”
“Wow.!! You mean to say if I had the power to direct my own course…what would I want? “

“Yes. !! and Lord has given all his characters the choice to shape their own roles..”
“I think I want the soap opera to end. I want to go back home, sleep peacefully, love a simple man, lead a comfortable and uncomplicated life, and have a pet cat.”

“Hmmm…isn’t that a lot? Don’t you think you are being greedy?”
“You think I am being greedy? Wow! Eve!!!...Did I say I want a million dollars (sorry a billion pounds), or solitaire diamonds, luxury villas, a rich good looking husband…. I just wished for a simple life. What’s wrong with that?”

“I didn’t say there is anything wrong. I just said you are being greedy.
“I am not greedy.!!!”

“Calm down. There is nothing wrong in desires. But have you ever thought about what daddy said to you about grazing….”
“Grazing?"

“Yes. He asked you to take a pause. Stop. Breathe. Graze.”
“Oh yes.!! He is right. Sometime when we stop searching for the things we want, they find you.”

“Let’s graze.”
“Let’s graze.”