Fiction His life was an incessant motion, upward and downward, without any real destination. He was a liftman in the forty-five storey Narayana Apartment. “Narayana!” Each day of his began with an invocation to his God. “Give me the patience to endure this purposeless motion.” “If I move up to the 43 rd floor by this lift and return to the ground floor from where I started, what is my displacement, assuming that each floor is 4 metres in height?” The young boy asked the girl the other day. They were students who lived on the 43 rd floor. It was that day that he learnt the tragic truth about his life. He lived a life with zero displacement. In spite of being in motion for over eight hours a day seven days a week, zero displacement! Motion without displacement, that was his life. “Narayana!” He invoked his God again. Habitually. It was a painful realisation. That he would live an entire life of motion without achieving any displacement. His pain wa
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