The Monk Novels & Stories

"Get it as soon as you can. Those who don't work don't eat here, and as far as I know, you eat with all the others, don't you? Do everything as I order and you'll be fine, just like the others." "Ok..." - I tried to retreat, but I had my bravo pulled towards me and the bastard speaks perfect Spanish, has a hoarse and fucking hot voice and I don't know what I'm thinking anymore. "Sir!" "Okay... Mr. Monroeli. Is that good?" "Fine. I'll be up in 15 minutes, I want a scotch on the rocks in my room."

He was a hundred and forty years old and naturally the oldest among the monks in the temple. They got into a room and met the other monks surrounding the stranger who was lying almost lifeless on a mat. The Monk Superior sat beside him Indian style and touched his forehead with his beaded hand. "Can you hear me?" He asked, performing a soothing massage at the same time. The stranger blinked once to show that he understood. "The monks found you on the beach close to death. Do you remember who you are?" He asked. The stranger didn't blink. "No?" He asked again.

Andrew bowed upfront of him and then left the place. Just as they left the place, old monk opened his eyes, but this time there was something different in these eyes. His eyes were burning red and the pupil inside changed its colour to golden. Only his eyes are so scary that once if someone saw it, the person will get nightmare for whole month. Monk moved towards a big mirror and saw himself in that, then he started removing his shirt. The moment he removed his shirt, in the mirror a face appeared that was attached with his tummy.

I asked him, now genuinely concerned. “They were petits esprits, little spirits sent by the esprits supérieurs (Greater spirits) in order to provide a barrier from the dosorlla. It also explains that you are the chosen one. But the fairy thing, I am still confused about it. This is so dope” He was literally looking lost. “There are petits esprits too?” I asked him. He nodded his head in reply. “Bonjour à moi-même (Hello to myself)” I murmured only to laugh at my stupidity. Ashton also joined in my laugh and soon we were laughing for no reason.

Sensing his insecurities, the monk just patted his back and suggested, “Work hard. One day, an old friend of yours would come to you for help. But, you won’t be able to help him. So, send him to me. Also, the people who you won’t be able to treat would survive, only if they found me on time.” Saying those words to him, the monk disappeared into the forest besides that moon-colored lake. It was the same address that James handed over to Leevon. The burning paper slip confirmed that the monk was still using that forest house and Leevon had to rush. James was although a doctor, yet he was an atheist.

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****

The old monk said, looking at Jason. The monk who used to be foodie back then had now become an old monk, just like the holy monk of Snow Summit.