Have you seen the God ?

Have you seen God ? I have ! God has appeared before me many times, in various forms.

I remember, the first time I saw God, when I was in second grade. That day, when I was starving at school since I forgot my lunch box, a classmate offered her lunch to share with me. Yes, it was in her, that I saw 'God' for the very first time.

The other day, when I was at the same age, I got lost in the crowd and hence got sepatated from my parents. A man, whom I don't even remember the face, helped me find my parents by letting me call them through his mobile. It was in him, I saw God then.

Later, God appeared before me many times through many persons !

Watch this scene from the movie 'Anbe Sivam', in which the true meaning of 'God' is explained.

Many have asked me if I'm a believer of God and I myself had asked me this many times ! Well, here is my answer ; I don't believe in the 'God' who is said to have created us, neither do I believe in the one that we've created !

'God' is not confined to an idol, a cross, a mosque, a temple or any book ; every human being has the presence of 'God'.

Let us fill others with the presence of 'God' we have with us.

Similarly, without giving any importance to the money, pride, colour, caste & religion, let us try to understand and stand with them for their dreams, likes, joys and sorrows too.

What if the world gets better tomorrow, because of us ?!

Wishing you all to have a good day.

Thanking you :)

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