She was beautiful for no reason, like a poppy, like the tender smile of an infant, like a dew drop, like the sunset, like the mother-nature — the god’s ultimate expression.

The omniscient, omnipotent and omnipresent god was carried in an omni vehicle from village to village. It seemed interesting.

At times, they (stars) looked like the rubies and emeralds placed for exhibition by the god.

the coffee is my present life and the milk my childhood. Bitterness or the blandness neither could be tasted exclusively, when the god buys you a café-latte