The sadhu looked into the eyes of the pilgrim who had travelled from far to meet him. Such powerful eyes, thought the pilgrim. The sadhu must have read that in his eyes. " In your eyes I can see the lives you have lived... the journeys you have made, the people you have loved and those you have lost... the tales you told and those that you didn't... do not look into my eyes... for in your eyes I see the stories you have lived, when I see you they become a part of me..." "Everyone is a part of the same story", thought the sadhu... after all life is a story... told and retold so many times, in so many worlds and so many lives