Nest of Rest Doesn't Exist???

     Once upon a time, and a dark time it was, there was an old man living in a metropolitan city. Though living in such a city and having a high-rank profession there, the old man still never felt at ease. Unable to know why he was so, he was always at the low of his ebb; for he had never found his phycholigical  rest. Till a day, it was a holiday, one of his intimate old friends invited him to his diamond wedding, so to speak. The old man in the city did not even know about his friend's wedding ceremony, let alone his diamond wedding!!!

    All that he knew was that his friend was appointed years ago somewhere in an unknown town. Unhesitatingly, the old man in the city accepted the invitation and took the road early next morning. He was there at around 5:55 pm. the sun was about to set; the old man's heart was about to cease throbbing, for he could not believe his eyes. The scene defied description. For he, the first time in his life, had ever felt so calm or, say, phlegmatic. Everything in the town was tacitly but warmly welcoming and inviting him; his mind went tabula rasa. At the time nothing occuppied his mind; his heart went pit-à-pat as though a new blood had been injected in it.

Now, as he got sight of his old friend, a thorough thrill travelled throughout his body. Friends tightly hugged one another for about a minute. Scards of nostalgic images conjured up in their minds; the one-minute hug could not at any rate be measured with the the casual time; i.e, 60 seconds. Rightly afterwards, The old friends entered the small but cosy home, hands in hands. At the veranda, the wife, cheerfully grining from ear to ear and sitting on a small wood-table, came and greeted her husband's alter ego. In fact, she was impatiently waiting for the visitor for whom the whole act of celebration had been canceled. they all sat around the wooden, round, and small table over which a fried chicken, some stews and a tea kettle harmoniously colonised the table. Everything there wheted the appetite--the man of the city could not resist the "banquet". In the intrum, an insisting question crossed the mind of the old man from the city: "why 'm feeling so comfortable in here?".

"Do you know that this town's name etymologically means 'place of rest ?", the old man from the town said, as if answering his intimate friend's insisting question. The town had been, and still it is, a nest of stillness and tranquility.