A Strange Meeting

A group of pilgrims was on their way to a holy place. Two young men joined them, and all walked in silence.

After a while, one young man asked the other, “Where do you come from?”

“I come from Bilalpur,” replied the second young man.

“How fine! I too come from Bilalpur. In which sector of the town do you live?”

“In the eastern sector,” came the reply.

“How wonderful! I also live in the eastern sector. Where exactly is your house?” the first young man persisted.

“Mine is the third house to the left of the Siva temple,” responded the second young man.

“What a pleasant discovery! I too live in the third house to the left of the Siva temple!” exclaimed the first young man.

The other pilgrims were surprised. One of them asked, “Both of you live in the same town, in the same sector, and in the same house! And yet you did not know each other?”

The two young men laughed. Then one of them explained, “We are two brothers. Since the journey is monotonous, we should speak, shouldn’t we?”