“You are like a closed window if you do not believe it,” the old man told Rod.“You cannot hear it or see it if you are in such a state of mind”.

The young boy became sad, “My mother died some months ago. I do not know how I will live without her.”

He cried.

The old man took his little hand in his hand, “Are you sure that your mother does not see you now? Why are you sure life does not exist after the line of death?”

He patted the Rod's head.

“Do you remember how you lived in your mother's womb?” the old man asked the boy.

“No,” the boy answered quietly.

“But you lived there for nine long months. You had different emotions. You heard the voices of people. You listened to sounds of real life which were far from you at that time.”

“I do not remember how I was born by my mother either,” Rod told the old man.

“Yes. It was the birth. But it was like death for you, my dear little friend. You were leaving your accustomed world of water and warmth. You were leaving a world of small space that was only your space by your beautiful mother. Therefore we cannot be sure that death is the end of being for people. It can be a new birth too.”

“Why hasn't anybody returned to us and tell us about it?” the boy asked with tears.

“How could it be, my dear? Could you return to the first days of your birth? Time cannot be turned back . And… Could you be returned in the womb of your mother if you wished so? Maybe the space of our present world is highly small for people who left this world too. They cannot return into this space even if they wish to do so. I hope that they fly.” The old man looked at the night sky sadly. He contemplated the past.

His arm went round the child. Rod moved close to the old man. They were sitting together on an old bench in the garden. It was a long serious talk that had begun when the evening had not come into the garden yet. Now it was the time when the evening was the master of the garden. The high night sky was looking with bright stars at the two lone figures that were sitting on the old bench in the huge calm garden.

“Maybe the people who left this world have an unusual possibility to talk with us but we cannot understand their language,” the old man told the boy.“Perhaps the unique possibility of usual talk with us is the talk through night dreams of people . But people forget it all when they open their eyes in the morning. If they remember something then they do not believe it.”

“I can think that my mother lives in a space which is unknown space to me now. But I cannot see my mother. It is a big grief for me. I cannot kiss her.” Rod told his old wise friend sadly.

“Yes. It is so,” the old man answered, “However, you cannot see the wind either although it exists . You cannot see the smell of flowers but it is a reality. You cannot see my words but they become the reality when I tell them to you.”

“Heh! I see the wind through the moving of clouds in the sky. I see the wind through the coldness that embraces my body. I see the wind with the moving of the grass and the leaves of the trees in the garden,” the boy told the old man with confidence.

“My dear philosopher,” the old man told Rod with a serious expression in his eyes, “You have given the answer to the question by yourself. You have found clever words. Although you did not realize the depth of the words which you have just told me now,” the old man resumed.“It was the idea which I wanted to express to you with my previous words regarding the closed window. But you, my small philosopher, have found clearer words to explain it.”

The old man smiled to the boy with kindness.

“We cannot see many important things but it does not mean that they do not exist if they are not visible for people. You are right that we can realize these things through indirect results that we can see such as the moving of the grass, for example. Perhaps the people who left this world give a sign to us from time to time but living people are so careless of them. They do not trust night dreams too . Maybe it is needed by people to have such a behavior that they can be more earthbound. Maybe it is the mistake of people. So, they lose something important. I do not know.”

The boy sighed faintly.

“Often I see my mother in my night dreams. She is so joyful there. She is like a young girl.”

“Yes. Your mother will be near you along your long life. Sometimes you will feel it very strongly. Beloved people are near us in spite of they have left this world,” the old man told Rod.

A light rain kissed the cheeks of the boy at that moment.

“It is like a tender kiss of my mother,” the boy smiled and looked at the sky.

The old man took the hand of the boy in his big warm hand, “We should go inside the house. The rain will be heavier soon. And… It would not be right to tell other words now. I am sure that you understand me, my little boy. You have a tender soul and a strong mind as I understood with our talk.”

They went to the bright-lighted opened door of the house. Some minutes later they closed the door after them. A little while after, the rain stopped. The deep stillness of the garden was full of the usual emotions by the calm night sky.