Thoughts: Ram and Rahim

That day I became a little indifferent when I was praying to god. I think he figured it out and asked me smiling, what occupied my mind at the time when it had to be the time of ours. Yes, my god talks to me like my other friends, as I do not fear him but love him to the ends.

I changed the topic and told him that he must be happy to know that his popularity of being Ram has finally won him Ayodhya. To which I saw him getting engrossed in the thoughts just like I was. I asked him what occupied his mind, and why did he look confused. To which he replied that our kind made him amused. It was not the first time he said that to me still, the curiosity in me stayed the same. So, I asked him what was about this time. Common, tell me that we are insane.

He smiled in one cheek and told me this, that one of his names gained popularity whereas the other got dismissed. Ram was his father’s favorite, but his mother loved to call him Rahim, but both never got acceptance in the same serene. The hands that come together to pray, like the heads bow, send the prayer to the same adobe. Why would just one beloved and the other hated, they were sides of one coin that were both in one incorporated. Why the opposite of love had to be hate, why be the extremes, where we can all live in unison, having accepted both Ram and Rahim.