Dear friends, here is a story I wrote a long while ago. It is a long story and for ease of reading, I have divided it into 9 posts. 12:00 am The muted light from the lamps cast beautiful webs of shadow on the walls, as they lit up the room from under exquisite lamp shades. Anita sat on her bed, propped up against a pillow, staring vacantly into space. A copy of “Conversations with God” lay limply on her lap. A gentle sea breeze drifted in through the window of the hotel room. The sounds of the Mumbai traffic could be heard even at this late hour. Tired of sitting still, she eventually got up and walked over the sea facing window of her room and looked out. It was a beautiful sight. The street lamps lining the 4.3 km long Marine Drive in South Mumbai, traced a semi-circular pattern along the coast; seen from this height they resembled a string of pearls, thus earning the sobriquet “The Queen’s Necklace”. Why was she feeling so restless? This was after all supposed to be her ‘home’, the place where she made her debut into this world. That circumstances and fate ensured that she was taken away from here to grow up in a totally alien world was another matter altogether. A deep sigh escaped her lips as she thought about the chapters she had just been reading. She found it hard to digest that someone could claim to have had a conversation with God. He claimed he asked a question, his pen poised on a piece of paper and the answers came flowing out as words on the piece of paper. Could she really believe it? Is it really so easy to have a tȇte a tȇte with God? Of course, it could always be a one-sided ‘conversation’, but to get God to answer! Well, that was a bit far-fetched, she reflected. Her head was a cess-pool of millions of unanswered questions. Why could she not get easy answers to those? Did God love her less than He did the author of the book? Why would He not talk to her?