I was laughing along with the rest of them, but seriously am I happy??
Or was I supressing my despair.
Giving them some lame excuse I left and walked towards the only place where I used to see him always.
I still remember the first time I saw him. I was with my friends as usual. We were walking towards the Academy Hall. As we passed the Chapel, I saw him kneeling down and praying with his hands folded. Tears rolled down his face. I don't know why but my heart ached. He remained there for about an hour and I continued staring at him till then. He then took his bag and left. I stood there for some more time and prayed silently to God to give him whatever he asked for.
For the next 3 months he came regularly to the chapel and prayed and I would come and sit there till he was done. This had become my routine.
Its been two weeks now, since he last came to the chapel. I grew worried for him. He wouldn't have got what he pleaded God for.
God! Why did you to this to him? Are you so merciless? I cried and pleaded God to show kindness on his fate.
After a week, I found him chatting and laughing along with his friend at the entrance of the college.
"Excuse me" , I interrupted them.
"I want to talk to you. " I told him.
"Are you fine? Is everything alright at home?" I asked him with concern.
"Yea, all good." He replied. "Who are you and why do you ask me?"
I looked at him confused. "Then why did you stop coming to the chapel?"
"Mom wasn't keeping well for sometime, so I used to regularly go to the chapel to pray for her. Now she is perfectly fine. God did his job of curing her. So why should I go now?" He replied.
God's job?? Seriously?
"But who are you?" He asked again.
I looked at him with pity and turned back and walked to the chapel.
In a second he had lost all my respect and fondness.
I cried again. But this time it was for calling my God merciless.
Do you remember God only during times of need? Is He just a wish granter?
I wonder......
