The air is the same for all, and the same is this water. But not
equally do all get the volumes of air and water in their lives. Yes,
volumes certainly matter. A small window to the garden may not bring all
the air, fragrance and sunshine into the room. And luck does not grant
big doors to everyone. So, this must be seen as a battle of luck and the
life. A part of my soul gets hurt every time I locate this battle
anywhere in this world. My eyes, my little binoculars don’t fail to
capture the pictures of pain, and the same gets printed on my soul in no
time.
If there is really a Creator, why could He not be perfect at His job? And if He failed, how could we, limited in our own ways, do a simple thing perfectly? Why has He showered pain with such a generosity in His world, in our world? May be, He too is short of happiness. Or may be, it’s a matter of choice. As a critic, I have a ‘Thumbs Down’ for Him. Here I offer Him a direct, open advice.
"Dear God, You need to walk in our shoes to understand well, how tough it gets to be to walk 'without shoes' on such a rough and stony earth. Could You please afford to take off Your diamond-studded crown to taste the brilliant golden rays of the scorching sun? The sweat-drops running down Your face might inform You someday that tears have an even greater salt-content.
I really dare to say a lot more of things, but Your Infinity takes over me. My very limited, finite existence is not able to figure it all out. And perhaps that’s only why, it’s said that you can never trace out loop-holes in His creation. And here You win."
Timsy Mehta.
If there is really a Creator, why could He not be perfect at His job? And if He failed, how could we, limited in our own ways, do a simple thing perfectly? Why has He showered pain with such a generosity in His world, in our world? May be, He too is short of happiness. Or may be, it’s a matter of choice. As a critic, I have a ‘Thumbs Down’ for Him. Here I offer Him a direct, open advice.
"Dear God, You need to walk in our shoes to understand well, how tough it gets to be to walk 'without shoes' on such a rough and stony earth. Could You please afford to take off Your diamond-studded crown to taste the brilliant golden rays of the scorching sun? The sweat-drops running down Your face might inform You someday that tears have an even greater salt-content.
I really dare to say a lot more of things, but Your Infinity takes over me. My very limited, finite existence is not able to figure it all out. And perhaps that’s only why, it’s said that you can never trace out loop-holes in His creation. And here You win."
Timsy Mehta.
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