My little girl believes in Santa Claus.
All year through, she tries to be a good girl:
Just so she does not miss on the gifts
Santa showers on her at Christmas.
Why, He even decorates her Christmas tree!
She does not mind at all
that he uses her tinkling Diwali lights.
Rather, she lauds his resourcefulness.
¨Cool, is he not? Hanging those lights on the tree!¨
And those Happy Diwali fireworks.
Well… they are always Diwali fireworks for her
even if they´re celebrating Halloween.
(Yeah, she loves Halloween), and the night sky
and wonders why the moon follows her everywhere.
¨Because he is my friend¨, she concludes.
She does not know that the crescent moon
belongs to Eid, the full moon to Poornima;
and in between, to many faiths and Gods.
She believes in prayer – Krishna her favorite God.
So when I take her to Church one day,
she takes one look at Baby Jesus
and starts to sing her little Krishna lullaby.
A tad worried, lest someone hears,
I shushh her, ¨this is Jesus, not Krishna¨.
¨But Ma!, YOU said God is one!¨ she protests.
Faltering, fumbling for words, I explain
the many religions, the many Gods.
¨So who is the real God?¨ She asks,
processing all the information
I have freshly downloaded to her.
Words fail me before I even try,
for I am but a woman of limited Intellect.
Therefore I entreat: will the Real God
please stand up and answer?