One day, a boy of ten was perplexed.
Confused beyond his wits.
He had queries that needed answering.
He tried his grandparents first,
For he considered them old and wise.
But all their wisdom failed to satisfy his curiosity.
Then he went to all his teachers in the school
And repeated his doubts to them explicitly.
But all their knowledge was deficient to fulfil his intrigue.
So, he went to his older brother.
Normally, he knew things that others hid from him.
But it was in vain.
Instead of answers, the young one found himself in unwanted trouble.
By now everyone around was whispering about his inquisitions.
They found it amusing and entertaining.
He started feeling the pricks of being the idle gossip of an old town.
But his answers were never found.
So the little one decided to look for them on his own.
He packed his Mickey Mouse suitcase with his pyjamas and his favourite socks.
He even took his favourite red tent to shelter him on his adventures.
He set off to the Himalayas to seek resolution to his questions.
His questions were deep.
He inquired about the reality of God.
Of how he looked and seemed.
For no one seemed to be sure of his looks
But everyone believed in his being.
But just as he reached the gate of his building
And embark his spiritual journey,
His stomach promptly grumbled.
The rich aroma of his grandmother’s handmade samosas filled the street.
Pushing his enquires to a backseat.
He rushed home to savour the samosas his grandmother had fixed.
With each bite he realised.
God was a true being.
Otherwise, how would old grandmother know to make samosas
Right when his tummy grumbled with hunger.