I am awakened by sudden creaking of the old wooden temple doors. The brilliant reddish lining on the horizon had announced the advent of the sun with birds chirping in unison. The soothing breeze of fresh air rushing past the fat familiar silhouette of the priest prepared me for yet another busy day at work. A sudden thud of a coconut shell breaking right in front of me, brought me back to the real world where the priest had thrown me open to the enthusiastic crowd waiting eagerly to catch a glimpse of their favorite, the Almighty, the most powerful. The GOD. Yes, that is me. I am the so called God, expected to help people in dire need, installed helplessly in a dark gloomy room and adorned beautifully with ornaments. The daily chore had begun. The desperate hands trying to feel my feet have started to flow in. While the luckier ones have even poured some milk on my feet. “What a waste”, I was thinking when I found a thick black hand circling me with a currency note. The daily madne...