My dear child

My dear child,

You asked me today whether Christian or Hindu or Muslim was born first. I am glad you asked this question. Every child should think upon this and realise that god made people without any religion in them. It is man that made religion, not god. People wanted religion to lead a good life but later religion started becoming their identity. Each person should be identified by their character and not by the religion.

I hope you understand that religion is not something that god propagated. It is made by men and we should treat people equally and not distinguish them based on religion.

Thank you
Yours lovingly

Sorry, pathu mani poove

Dear Pathu Mani pooove,

You might be laughing that I am calling you dear Pathu Mani poove. I know, I have been ignoring you and never liked to have you in my garden. It is the basic instinct of ordinary people like me, we get opinionated based on no particular reason. We develop likes and dislikes without any logic. This is the root of racism. It occurs at different levels and can have varying degrees of results. What I do to you is also racism, considering you less of a plant. You never fail to flower and please the world every morning. Those who like you will be really happy seeing you in full bloom every morning ignoring the minds like mine who don't care much about you.

Sorry, I need to train my mind to accept everything with being judgmental, without being opinionated without discriminating. Please come into my garden and make me a better person with your blooms. Hope you will flower in my garden.

Yours truly. 

A letter to god

Dear God,

Hope your fine. Have you been looking at life on Earth lately? How do you feel? Are you unhappy? Do you think there is something wrong with the men you made? Are they behaving the way you expected them to behave?

There has been many things which are unfathomable by ordinary minds. They are even using your name to fight. I hear many who kill and hurt others in your name. I hear others accusing you of all the violence and hatred. Why are they doing this? Are you not perturbed? Don't you want to make them understand the reality?

This world has become unbearable. People have become less divine and more and more ruthless. Please come and show them the truth. Please come and tell them what you really want them to do. Surely things are going to be better. There is still goodness hiding inside men. There is hope for a better tomorrow. The children are innocent and they love you.

So please come and tell the people what to do and make a lovely world for the children, for them to live fearlessly and kindly.

Yours Sincerely

Dear Banyan Tree,

My dear Banyan Tree,

I am really sorry, I was completely wrapped up in my own pain that I failed to realise what was happening to you. When finally I did see what was happening, when I realised the pain that the menacing saw is causing while crushing your every cell, my heart bled. My pain was soaked in your un-shed tears. For years you stood tall in the corner giving shade and shelter to many. You laughed with the children who walked and played around you, you listened to the many stories of those rested and relaxed under your shade, you were witness to the life that unfolded around you. You were a silent support to the people, standing tall like an old grandfather, reminding us of the grandfather who planted you; feeling the pain and enjoying the laughter all alone without any complaint. You were the shelter for many birds and the young souls who gathered under you in the evenings.

You were precious and you were a pride until that fateful day when your branches unable to bear the force of the wind fell on the roof of the shelter that men made moving away from the mother nature. From being a shelter, you now became a threat to the incessant fears of the fragile minds of the people and they didn't hesitate to cut you apart, brutally, thanklessly.

Bidding you a sad farewell, silently, with those who love you, for those whom you meant special, the harbinger of memories, of life. Our painful, tear less farewell. Thank you for being there all these years, silently watching over us. Thank you!!

Yours Sincerely.

letter to coconut tree

An anonymous letter to Coconut Tree.

My dear Coconut Tree,

It is time that we have a chat, a real one. It has been long years that you have been growing in this land and this home. I must say, you need to see the changes that has been happening around. You need to realise that as the world is expanding people are becoming small and you need to know that you are rather too tall for them now. You need to be shorter too. Dont become a liability to the so called owners of the land you are growing. They cant be hiring a man specially to climb on you and get the coconuts down. You better make it easier.

Havent you heard that people accuse of you getting their cholestrol up, specially in the land which is named after you. Does it make it uncomfortable for you to grow in that land? Is that why most of you trees are not growing well these days? It is sad to see half headed and stunted ones of your family.

People are using less of you. They are becoming lean and mean. Can you grow shorter for them. Can you make oil that doesnt supposedly give the rich cholestrol. Can you for heaven's sake be not such a hard nut to crack. Can you just be easy to scrape and easy to milk. Well, we need you, atleast some of us. So please grow well and be happy and please keep up to the name of the land.

Thank you
Yours Sincerely