I still smell her hair coconut, it smelled like coconut and her little earrings tinkled when she laughed too hard and she sang like it was the last song she'd ever sing and she ran like she would leave the world behind but now I'm alone with only her memories to provide me company
they said we couldn't be one because she joined her palms while praying and I didn't because she sang praises of Krishna and Shiva and I didn't because I was to read the Quran and she didn't because her god and my god were just not the same.
I wonder if all these gods, and all these messengers had an agreement that one god's people were not supposed to mingle with the other's and one who defied this law would have only one fate.
if it is so, then I shun all gods because I'd rather be defined by who I am than by who I bow down to.
-a.g.
I am not an atheist. I come from a country where relationship with a person of another religion is still not accepted. where honour killing is still a practice. love is not something that is bound by religion or caste or race or gender. love is love.