I believe in God, no matter what....

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The petit girl was talking to her cousin sister over the phone for more than thirty minutes now, and they had talked about almost all existing odd matters.
"You should read that book. It's all about the Hindu God named Lord Shiva." the small lady suggested her cousin as their conversation was stuck on the topic of novels at the moment. 
"I don't believe in such things." her sister replied. The perplexed girl questioned, "Such things? What are you referring to?"
Her cousin boldly kept forward the thought that ruled her life "I don't believe in God."
The little kid got a bit fearful at the fearless statement. The fearlessness of those words indicated pride, acceptance and happiness with the decision that she thought to be evil. This surly made her sensitive soul shiver with fear. It was unexpected for her.
"Okay." was all that she could manage to say. They talked a little more but the statement that she had just heard had captured her little mind. 
When the call ended, she sat by her own self, just pondering about the sentence that her mind had absorbed but her heart refused to accept. "I don't believe in God."
'My sister comes from a sophisticated middle class Indian family who is religious and God-fearing. Her parents have surly not taught her what she just stated. I am really positive that her family members would have always been determined to indulge her in prayers and service to the Almighty.' she strained her little mind 'But, then why did she say that she doesn't believe in God? Who taught her that? What made her say it or even think about it? Or Is God bad?'
 But, she could find no answer.
'She has almost everything. She is so prosperous, has a loving family unlike mine,has her mother living with her while I don't , she gets great marks and passes with flying colours! Then, why is she so angry with the Almighty that she took a decision to not believe in him altogether? Is God bad?'
The girl couldn't understand the insensitivity and harshness needed to make the statement she had just heard.



'No! God isn't bad. He listens to me every time I call out to him. He has also blessed my sister with so many things that she doesn't seem to acknowledge. How can someone live without giving a part of their love, trust and life to the Eternal Force?'
She was a kid who craved for happiness but was too trapped in the obstacles of life to achieve it. No one understood how she felt. No one tried to comprehend her thoughts. If I could, then I surly would hug her tight, surround her with love, give her peace and assure her of the good times that were to follow. But no one near her had the patience, keen effort, or the mere wish to secure her softly and cover her with the light blanket of warm love to protect her from the blemishes of reality. She wasn't as strong as her problems. She knew she would be defeated long back if she hadn't consoled herself at every step of life. She dripped tears at the various thoughts that made her come across the harsh truth that ultimate happiness, morality and reliability didn't exist. 
And again with the same emptiness, the turned to God who was the only one ready to help and care for her. She closed her eyes in front of the Lord, she prayed to him to hypnotize her once again to help her leave this ruthless world for as long as possible. She whispered as boldly as her sister had "I believe in God, no matter what!"  
                                 --Khyati Sanger 

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