Would you speak to Jesus if you met him on the street?

This title is from the book Go set a Watchman(sequel of To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee). It’s not my copy righted title and so don’t think of suing me 😉

But giving some extra thought to this, would you talk to Jesus or any God you worship? I am talking about a face to face conversation. They will be in the same outfit you know them and right there in front of you walking on the street. But you don’t know whether to avoid or to follow your gut and talk..

But let’s assume that you do.. What will you talk or ask?

Ain’t this an interesting topic 😛

I will also share my talk with God(whom I refer as “Sir”) in the comment section in a while 😉

P.S.: Today’s pick of song is Cave by Mumford and sons. This song is awesome 😀

Counter clockwise moment..

I am trying to sleep staring at the ceiling of my room

Concentrating on the blades of the fan

How they are moving counter clockwise

And their peculiar movement brought back

All the hidden and long forgotten memories

It is as if I am looking on a projector

The blades of the fan not being any hindrance

I can see us talking on the couch

Laughing and teasing at the beginning

Being friends and exchanging numbers

Then talking to each other late nights

Trying to make the other smile when gloomy

Trying to make the other special

All those times of intermingled fingers

Of closeness and of intimate moments

All right there in front with the best smile

On her face and the feeling of completeness

On mine and the air filled with love and care

There were moments of tangos and dancing

And laughs and me on my knees

And she covering her face with her palm

There were moments of quarrels also

With her facing the other side

And me holding dairy milk but with vain

There were times of support also

When my Grandpa expired and she was there for me

Holding me right and trying her best to make me feel better

There were times of anger with no one letting go of ego

And not talking for weeks but just 1 sorry

1 smile was enough to make things straight

There were hugs and touches and locked lips and trust

It was US there and then a drop of tear

Rolled down from the corner of my right eye

It was like reality punched me at my gut

And all I could do was turn my side

Rub my face on the pillow

Hoping that she is happy and not going through the same phase

And not looking at the fan helped me

Avoid the past and gradually I was

Inside the blanket of sleep!!