The Omnipresent one

I have loads of respect for the Almighty and I truly believe in Him. Many people and 'Products' take advantage of this belief to sell their products.

It was recently that I realized why we call Him The Omnipresent One. I was cleaning the kitchen ( you know how messy a job it is!!). Cleaning up the shelves and the top of the shelves is something I hate! What do you expect from a 4'11" person (me) to do while cleaning? A jump and a hop with the broom and whoooshhh...falls all the dust and dirt(mostly on me). No chairs or slabs are made that make the top-most shelf accessible! Injustice I say#$%&*&

In one such jump, I was bombarded with lots of papers, colored ones, black and whites. I took a closer look and found out it was the Papadam's(papad) cover. It was raining Gods! The covers had Ayyapa, Lakshmi, Ganesha.... My first reaction was why the hell was this piled up all these days(or months or years)!!???

Next was of guilt..after all I had used a broom to swipe(I committed a Sin!!!). Suddenly I got the answer to my first question. Mothers would have faced the same dilemma. How could they throw all the Papadam covers with God on it into the dustbin...Mothers have the sense not to sin.

I smile, put all the covers into a bag and decide to wait for mom to be back and decide it's fate.

I move to the next room and open the box of my bed. Five minutes of cleaning and I discover a huge heavy bag. I opened it with all my excitement...I love digging into old things.

I opened the bag and decided to stop my cleaning then and there.. didn't want to commit a sin yet again ... inside the bag were loads of calendars with images of God. Oldest and the most worn out bring from 1985.

I decided to wait for mother, she would know a better way of handling this and cleaning!

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