This is a conversation that an innocent girl has with God.
This is a work of fiction.
A five year old girl, Ritika who loves chocolates, talks to God.
“God, why can’t I see your face? Everyone says you wear golden clothes and have blue skin. But I can’t see you!” 5-year old Ritika asked God.
“I am what you make of me. If you want me to be blue, I will be blue. If you want me to look like you, I will look like you. In reality, I am just a light. A light that is here to bring you out from the darkness of your life.” God replied.
“You talk just like our moral science teacher. I don’t get a thing of what you are saying”, Ritika said and looked down on the floor of her bedroom, sadly.
“Oh come on. Let’s make it simple. I am your Santa Claus!” God laughed.
Ritika’s eyes lit up. “Wow! So you can grant me anything I want to?” She asked excitedly.
“Yes! I will give you what you deserve child. It might not be what you desire.”
“I want to sit on a chocolate tree! Can you do that?” She asked.
“I can. But I won’t do that. I won’t do anything that will harm you. Eating chocolate, will bring you cavities!” God laughed.
Ritika did not laugh. She knew exactly why she wanted to talk to God. She finally mustered up the courage to ask, God.
“Dear God. I will give away all my toys, clothes, chocolates – I even promise to not eat chocolates forever. I will drink milk and I will do my homework. I will never trouble anyone. All I want is one thing…please bring my mother back?”
This time, even the wisest God had no answer to the child’s prayer.
“God, they tell me she is with you. Sometimes dad tells me that I kind find her in the sky – in the brightest star. But I don’t want to find her there! I want her here! Here! Now! I want to sleep in her lap and hear her stories. I want mom…please bring her back!” Ritika started crying.
“Ritika, you know there are children just like you in the world who do not have parents…you have your father, your grandparents and your friends. But those children are all alone…” God said. Ritika looked up with eyes in wonder. She did not know there were children like that. “I sent your mom to one of them. So they can be taken care of…”
Ritika stopped crying. She was silent for a few minutes. Then she simply asked, “Is my mom happy?”
“Will you tell the child who is with my mom that my mom likes mangoes a lot?”
God smiled and nodded.
“That’s all I want – for her to be happy. Thank you God! Good night!” Ritika said and peacefully went off to sleep.
Sometimes, children understood the most simple things which adults would often complicate.